Category Archives: STEP 12

Be like a flower, give hope to the world! – Mehmet Murat ildan

DSCF5936And all of us with our closed eyes smelled the frangipani blossoms in the big rectangles of open wall, flowers so sweet they conjure up sin or heaven, depending on which way you are headed.

(Barbara Kingsolver, “The Poisonwood Bible

FOTO – FRANGIPANIS AT THE BEACHSHACK IN URUNGA 2015

Here’s to the corkscrew – a useful key to unlock the storehouse of wit, the treasury of laughter, the front door of fellowship, and the gate of pleasant folly. W.E.P. French

http://valleygirlbajawine.com/wine-quotes-sayings-and-proverbs/

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A word of kindness is seldom spoken in vain, while witty sayings are as easily lost as the pearls slipping from a broken string. 

George D. Prentice (1802 – 1870) US newspaperman, editor, poet

http://hw.asourceofjoy.org/quotesonthetongue.htm

“Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person.”

Gerard Way

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If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrances I most would want to see and hear and smell–among all the delights of the open world–on a final day on earth, I think I would choose these: the clear, ethereal song of a white-throated sparrow singing at dawn; the smell of pine trees in the heat of the noon; the lonely calling of Canada geese; the sight of a dragon-fly glinting in the sunshine; the voice of a hermit thrush far in a darkening woods at evening; and–most spiritual and moving of sights–the white cathedral of a cumulus cloud floating serenely in the blue of the sky. 

Edwin Way Teale, “On a Final Day”

http://globalstewards.org/nature-animal-quotes.htm

 

You can’t separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom.

Malcolm X, Malcolm X Speaks, 1965

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That man is successful who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much, who has gained the respect of the intelligent men and the love of children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.
Robert Louis Stevenson

Those who smoke opium need to periodically smoke again.

John Davis’ book China contains a hitherto unpublished Edict on opium from 1832:

If they do not do so, their limbs become weak and their eyes and noses discharge fluid. They are unfit for any activity. But once they take a few puffs they are restored. Thus opium becomes the basis of life to the smoker.

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“Junk turns the user into a plant. Plants do not feel pain since pain has no function in a stationary organism. Junk is a pain killer. A plant has no libido in the human or animal sense. Junk replaces the sex drive. Seeding is the sex of the plant and the function of opium is to delay seeding.
Perhaps the intense discomfort of withdrawal is the transition from plant back to animal, from a painless, sexless, timeless state back to sex and pain and time, from death back to life.”

― William S. Burroughs, Junky

And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

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One kind word can warm three winter months.
Japanese Proverb

http://www.skatingaheadofthecurve.com/Proverbs.html

Marriage is a promise. Not just between the couple but to the community at large, to generations past and to those yet to be born.

Heritage.org

http://www.smartmarriages.com/marriage.quotes.html

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“Within this Christian vision of marriage, here’s what it means to fall in love. It is to look at another person and get a glimpse of what God is creating, and to say, “I see who God is making you, and it excites me! I want to be part of that. I want to partner with you and God in the journey you are taking to his throne. And when we get there, I will look at your magnificence and say, ‘I always knew you could be like this. I got glimpses of it on earth, but now look at you!”

― Timothy Keller, The Meaning of Marriage: Facing the Complexities of Commitment with the Wisdom of God

If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies.

http://www.butterflypages.com/quotes.php

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“…before you, I was a doubled-up fist – now I can hold soft things, fragile as butterfly wings.


― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

Honour to the vanquished.

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“The best Armour of Old Age is a well spent life preceding it; a Life employed in the Pursuit of useful Knowledge, in honourable Actions and the Practice of Virtue; in which he who labours to improve himself from his Youth, will in Age reap the happiest Fruits of them; not only because these never leave a Man, not even in the extremest Old Age; but because a Conscience bearing Witness that our Life was well-spent, together with the Remembrance of past good Actions, yields an unspeakable Comfort to the Soul”

― Marcus Tullius Cicero

 

http://www.inspirationalstories.com/proverbs/latin-honour-to-the-vanquished/

Unshared joy is an unlighted candle.

SPANISH

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“…part of me must have really wanted to believe–like a child hearing, in perfect safety, a tale of horror–that the unconscious would be like any other room, once the light was let in. That the dark shapes would resolve only into toy horses and Biedermeyer furniture. That therapy could tame it after all, bring it into society with no fear of its someday reverting. I wanted to believe, despite everything my life had been. Can you imagine?”

― Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

I pointed out to you the stars, the moon, and all you saw was the tip of my finger.

Sukuma ( Tanzania )

http://www.afriprov.org/index.php

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“Mma Ramotswe had a gift for the American woman, a basket which on her return journey from Bulawayo she had bought, on impulse, from a woman sitting by the side of the road in Francistown. The woman was desperate, and Mma Ramotswe, who did not need a basket, had bought it to help her. It was a traditional Botswana basket, with a design worked into the weaving.

“These little marks here are tears,” she said. “The giraffe gives its tears to the women and they weave them into the basket.”

The American woman took the basket politely, in the proper Botswana way of receiving a gift with both hands. How rude were people who took a gift with one hand, as if snatching it from the donor; she knew better.

You are very kind, Mma,” she said. “But why did the giraffe give its tears?”

Mma Ramotswe shrugged; she had never thought about it. “I suppose that it means that we can all give something,” she said. “A giraffe has nothing else to give–only tears.” Did it mean that? she wondered. And for a moment she imagined that she saw a giraffe peering down through the trees, its strange stilt-borne body among the leaves; and its moist velvet cheeks and liquid eyes; and she thought of all the beauty that there was in Africa, and of the laughter, and the love.

The boy looked at the basket. “Is that true, Mma?”

Mma Ramotswe smiled. “I hope so,” she said.”

― Alexander McCall Smith, Tears of the Giraffe

A child brought up where there is always dancing cannot fail to dance.

Chewa & Nyanja Proverb

http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art67976.asp

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“Along your pathway of life you will observe that you are not the only traveller. There are others who need your help. There are feet to steady, hands to grasp, minds to encourage, hearts to inspire, and souls to save.”

― Thomas S. Monson

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. ― Rumi

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“This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.”

― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy”

― Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion

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“And as He spoke, He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.”

― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle

One’s dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered.

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The Bridge Builder

An old man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and grey,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim, near,
“You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide-
Why build you this bridge at the evening tide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head:
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.

This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”

By Will Allen Dromgoole

What will your legacy be?

http://artofmanliness.com/2011/01/22/manvotional-the-bridge-builder/

The devil always paints himself black, but we always see him rose-colored. Dominican Republic

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The roses are out in their summer garb, The tiger-lily is flaunting gay, The song of the lark is soft and sweet, And sweet the breath of the new-mown hay ; Over the meadows the buttercups throw Their golden sheen of summer glow, And we think of childhood’s happy home, When Christmastide was white with snow.

A CHRISTMAS CAROL. 
W. R. WILLS.

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http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/

"A century of Australian song"

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I’m a friend to all people, the lover of souls. It is I who first made you and will remake you whole.

Aboriginal poems and poetry

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Through the valleys, softly creeping

‘Mid the tree-tops, tempest-tossed,

see the cloud-forms seeking, peeping

For the loved ones that are lost.

Not for storm or sunshine resting,

Will they slacken or desist,

Or grow weary in their questing

For the children of the mist.

John Sandes.

http://australianpoems.tripod.com/childrenofthemist.html

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into night, and so, a whole world slips away in the wash of a ship, the selves she could have been all laid to rest in the dust of the city she has lived in.

FROM LIANG YUE XIAN: LIKE THE AUTUMN CLOUDS, THEY ARE GONE

from poetry international web

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World English Bible
As clouds and wind without rain, so is he who boasts of gifts deceptively.

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Take it easy, you’ll speed better.

"A collection of Gaelic proverbs and familiar phrases : based on Macintosh’s collection"

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At Ease

Most wounds can Time repair;
But some are mortal  – these:
For a broken heart there is no balm,

No cure for a heart at ease –
At ease, but cold as stone,
Though the intellect spin on,
And the feat and practiced face may show

Nought of the life that is gone;
But smiles, as by habit taught;
And sighs, as by custom led;

And the soul within is safe from damnation,
Since it is dead.
Walter de la Mare

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" Joke with the clown in your house, and he will jest with you in public places."

if encouragement be given to a vulgar individual to joke or take liberties with another in private, be would repeat them in public so as to occasion him pain and confusion.

"A dictionary of Spanish proverbs, tr., with illustr. from the Lat., Span …"

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Every week has its holiday.

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The beginning was play, the end was serious. " Play’s gude while it is play."

"A classified collection of Tamil proverbs"

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The cat has nine lives: three for playing, three for straying, three for staying. English

ty http://www.inspirationfalls.com/playing-quotes/

foto – playground ulmarra 2009