Category Archives: WASTED DAZE

Is minic a bhris béal duine a shrón.

Many a time a man’s mouth broke his nose.

http://www.gaelicmatters.com/funny-irish-sayings.html

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Adams and Flinders

Marc Glasby

Up in old Port Wyndham
back in the early days
at tale is told about two men
who wouldn’t mend their ways
 
Adams hated Flinders
they were the town’s JPs
They’d love to lock each other up
then throw away the keys
 
One hot and dusty afternoon
while drinking in the pub
insults turned to punches
over some imagined snub
 
Out in to the street they went
with flailing legs and arms
The cops came down and locked them up
before they came to harm
 
Then in the morning sobered up
there was one fact to face
Each would sit in judgment
upon the others case
 
Well Adams was the first to sit
upon the others crime
The gavel fell, the judgment was
a mere five shilling fine
  
Then Flinders turn to sit arrived
He donned his wig and frowned
‘There’s too much of this thing about
the fine will be ten pounds’
 
We don’t how it went from there
or how the story ends
but one thing we can bet for sure
they’d never be good friends

Aug 2000 Brisbane

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To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.

German

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   One of the greatest artifices the devil uses to engage men in 
   vice and debauchery is to fasten names of contempt on certain 
   virtues and thus fill weak souls with a foolish fear of passing 
   for scrupulous should they desire to put them in practice. 

                                                              Pascal

 

 

Most food goes to waste in affluent societies. When we throw leftovers into the garbage, it goes to waste. When we eat more food than we need, it goes to waist.”

― Earle Gray

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Rasulullah said, “If the food that you are eating falls, pick it up and clean it. Then eat it and not leave it for the satan.

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The River Styx,’ Annabeth murmured. ‘It’s so…’ ‘Polluted,’ Charon said. ‘For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across – hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me.”

― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

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“Death was a rodent that ate its way inch by inch through your entrails, chewed at your liver and stomach, severed tendon from organ, until finally, when you were alone in the dark, it sat gorged and sleek next to your head, its eyes resting, its wet muzzle like a kiss, a promise whispered in your ear.”

― James Lee Burke, The Neon Rain

The sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler. Do you knows what that means? No. Is it a riddle?”

― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

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“First think of the person who lives in disguise,
Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.
Next, tell me what’s always the last thing to mend,
The middle of middle and the end of end?
And finally give me the sound often heard
During the search for a hard-to-find word.
Now string them together, and answer me this,
Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?”

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny.”

― Michel Faber, The Crimson Petal and the White

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Past Carin’

by Henry Lawson

My eyes are dry, I cannot cry,
I’ve got no heart for breakin’,
But where it was in days gone by,
A dull and empty achin’.
My last boy ran away from me,
I know my temper’s wearin’,
But now I only wish to be
Beyond all signs of carin’.
Past wearyin’ or carin’,
Past feelin’ and despairin’;
And now I only wish to be
Beyond all signs of carin’.

http://www.rangewriter.org/pastcarin.html

 

I wish I had money now. If only I’d saved my allowance growing up, instead of squandering it on balls, balloons, booze, and floozies. 
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― Jarod Kintz, This is the best book I’ve ever written, and it still sucks

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Well, the odds must be against anybody being able to fly around the world in a balloon on the first attempt. All of us who are attempting to go around the world in balloons are effectively flying in experimental craft because these craft cannot be tested.
Richard Branson.

Play from the heart; the flute is a heart song… like a sweet prayer, and it will teach you as well as you teach yourself.

Mato Wambli

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“Ginger: You know what the greatest tragedy is in the whole world?… It’s all the people who never find out what it is they really want to do or what it is they’re really good at. It’s all the sons who become blacksmiths because their fathers were blacksmiths. It’s all the people who could be really fantastic flute players who grow old and die without ever seeing a musical instrument, so they become bad plowmen instead. It’s all the people with talents who never even find out. Maybe they are never even born in a time when it’s even possible to find out. It’s all the people who never get to know what it is that they can really be. It’s all the wasted chances.”

― Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures

The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind. Friedrich Nietzsche

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“But the Australians, what do the Australians do? How do they structure their landscape? For a start they postulate a primal builder, whose work they presume only to interpret: the mythical animal who was active in the “dreamtime,” that is, a primal era, beyond verification, as the name indicates. A time of sleep. The visible landscape is an effect of causes that are to be found in the dreamtime. For example, the snake that dragged itself over this plain creating these undulations, etc., etc. These.. curious Aborigines make sure their eyes are closed while events take place, which allows them to see places as records of events. But what they see is a kind of dream, and they wake into a reverie, since the real story (the snake, not the hills) happened while they were asleep.”

― César Aira, Ghosts