We must rest here, for this is where the teacher comes. On his desk stands a vase of tears.
[John Ashbery (b. 1927)
Category Archives: TEARS
Some say, Let every man soap his own heard.
What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul. Jewish Proverb
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air
To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul. Jewish Proverb
It’s all the same thing to those who know nothing. Used if someone views different things as if they’re all the same. (Lit. It’s all soap to the Bedouins.)
http://arabic.desert-sky.net/coll_proverbs.html
The Maitland Daily Mercury (NSW : 1894 – 1939), Tuesday 31 August 1897
“The bitterest of woes Is to remember in our wretchedness Old happy times . Francesca da Rimini
Search for beauty without features, something deeper than any signs.
“Her appetite for lust became so flagrant
That she made lewdness licit with her laws
To free her from the blame her vice incurred.
“O misery,
How many the sweet thoughts, how much yearning
Has led these two to this heartbroken pass!”
“If you see the lion’s teeth Do not think the lion is smiling” – Arabian
“إذا رأيت نيوب الليث بارزة فلا تظن أن الليث يبتسم”.
Brisbane at Nightfall
As dusk approaches, gulls have gathered here
behind a fishing boat, their bodies white
and shining as they glide before the sheer
metallic-coloured river banks. Tonight
they’ll rest upon the quiet waters, drift
in silence like the Lady of Shallot.
The city holds its breath. Now there’s a shift
of light: the sky is palest apricot…
and there against the backdrop of the sky
the flying foxes lift upon the air.
The pulsing of their wings as they go by
has quickened every heart-beat. Everywhere
above us sooty shapes whirl ever higher,
like bits of blackened paper from a fire.
© Copyright Kathy Earsman
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“Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening.”
― Greta Garbo
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 20 June 1942
I’ve no spade to follow men like them’ Seamus Heaney
“Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
MAKING A GARDEN
‘Tis time to go with spade and hoe
Into the yard to toil.
The shattered sash and other trash
Help fertilise the soil.
The broken glass which we amass
Ere springtime makes its bow
Will come in fine, as I opine.
For good top dressing now.
1912 ‘MAKING A GARDEN.’, Camperdown Chronicle (Vic. : 1877 – 1954), 13 August, p. 5 Supplement: Unknown, viewed 25 February, 2014, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article26122726
空手把鉏頭 Empty-handed I go and yet the spade is in my hands;
as far as, the eye can see, over the fallen, past the weary, along the trail, carved by thousand tears. Maiya
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Night sky
Oh glamorous thief
You have stolen all my dreams
And hidden them each In your obsidian keep
Where I search for them in vain.
MICHAEL DOM
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=527792
The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.
Native American Proverb
http://blog.gaiam.com/quotes/authors/native-american-proverb
My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams
are reflected
– Anna M. Uhlich
Others` ddeok (rice cake) looks big.
https://sites.google.com/site/matthewpluskoreanequalsfun/sayings-proverbs-sogdam
Ask paas
yu cyaanh laas paas.
meaning: Ask The Way
and you WILL find your way.
http://www.lasanabandele.com/jamaican_proverbs.html
I must follow them. I am their leader.
– Andrew Bonar Law, 1858-1923
I come in peace, I didn’t bring artillery. But I am pleading with you with tears in my eyes.
Marine General James Mattis, to Iraqi tribal leaders
See them try to bring the hammer down No damn chains can hold me to the ground
METALLICA
“Is it a small thing to quench the flames of hell with the holy tears of pity — to unbind the martyr from the stake — break all the chains — put out the fires of civil war — stay the sword of the fanatic, and tear the bloody hands of the Church from the white throat of Science?
Is it a small thing to make men truly free — to destroy the dogmas of ignorance, prejudice and power — the poisoned fables of superstition, and drive from the beautiful face of the earth the fiend of fear?”
― Robert G. Ingersoll
It is music and dancing that make me at peace with the world.”
― Nelson Mandela.
“We dance for laughter,
we dance for tears,
we dance for madness,
we dance for fears,
we dance for hopes,
we dance for screams,
we are the dancers,
we create the dreams.”
I realized I could really become hooked on these happy pills.
They gave me a glorious feeling of general well-being and didn’t make me fat, like alcohol. I wondered if there was any harm in being addicted to only these.”
― Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking: True Stories
“Drip of a drop,
Don’t name it a tear,
It’s hard to cry with tears,
harder without,
To smother a sob without a sound,
to bite your forefinger in helplessness,
and cry out
Hey! Where’s the pill
I can take to cure this?
What’s the doctor’s name?
What operation can save me?”
― Piri Thomas
I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay
“He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.”
― Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
Turn them tears into cheers
Allen Stevenson
“I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
An if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that
is myself,
And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand
or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness,
I can wait.”
– Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
I pointed out to you the stars, the moon, and all you saw was the tip of my finger.
Sukuma ( Tanzania )
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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
We may run, walk, stumble. drive, or fly, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey, or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way. Gloria Gaither
The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.
THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY 