Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ‘My LostYouth’, in Putnam’s Monthly Magazine, vol.6, Aug. Collected in The Courtship of Miles Standish and Other Poems, 1858. In his diary Longfellow notes that these lines are from an ‘old Lapland song’.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night,
shall lead thee to thy grave.
– William Wordsworth
Linnaeus in Lapland
BY LORINE NIEDECKER
Nothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots—
of the people
wet inside: they must swim
to church thru the floods
or be taxed—the blossoms
from the bosoms
of the leaves
I see only
where I now walk. I carry
where her snow-grave is
of mourning doves
The Darling Downs Gazette and General Advertiser (Toowoomba, Qld. : 1858 – 1880), Monday 3 May 1880
At Home in Mitford
Loving can be hard. Sometimes we don’t feel loving, but it isn’t all about feeling. Very often it is about will. Practice that if you can.”
― Jan Karon, Home to Holly Springs
Gods prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight To Oblivion; a key to the understanding of all religion is that a god’s idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.”
― Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
Kagwaci ka mwana wene nook kahoragia mwaki
It is always the potato of another family’s boy that extinguishes the fire
The proverb alludes to the custom of roasting potatoes in the embers of a dying fire.
Nobody calls himself rogue.
Man is bound to the wheel, yet at the same time, he has free will.
Henry Thomas Hamblin
“The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.”
― Michel Houellebecq
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“My will shall shape my future. Whether I fail or succeed shall be no man’s doing but my own. I am the force; I can clear any obstacle before me or I can be lost in the maze. My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, only I hold the key to my destiny.”
– Elaine Maxwell
~ Frances E. Willard
Life is like riding a bicycle. You don’t fall off unless you plan to stop pedalling.
– Claude Pepper
In moments of danger during a bullfight, a strong, expert matador will grabs the bull by the horns and so prevent it from tossing him
The marathon is like a bullfight. There are two ways to kill a bull, for instance. There is the easy way, for one. But all the great matadors end up either dead or mauled because for them killing the bull is not nearly as important as how they kill the bull. They always approach the bull at the greatest risk to themselves, and I admire that. In the marathon, likewise, there are two ways to win. There’s the easy way if all you care about is winning. You hang back and risk nothing. Then kick and try to nip the leaders at the end. Or you can push, challenge the others, make it an exciting race, risking everything. Maybe you lose, but as for me, I’d rather run a gutsy race, pushing all the way and lose, then run a conservative, easy race only for a win.
“You don’t have to stop thinking and asking questions to believe in God, child. If He’d wanted a flock of eight billion sheep, He wouldn’t have given us opposable thumbs, much less free will.”
― Hillary Jordan, When She Woke
― Patricia Highsmith, Strangers on a Train
“We sleep to time’s hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if ever we wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it’s time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it’s time to break our necks for home.
There are no events but thoughts and the heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.”
― Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm
― Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island
“There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs. A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles. Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is possible to pick up the pieces and carefully repair what was shattered. I say nay. For the chains of despair have no key, and the soul destroyed by that monster can never hope to be unaffected. There are things done that cannot be undone.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich
“Let’s just call things what they are. When a man’s love of finery clouds his moral judgement, that is vanity. When he lets a demanding palate make his moral choices, that is gluttony. When he ascribes the divine will to his own whims, that is pride. And when he gets angry at being reminded of animal suffering that his own daily choices might help avoid, that is moral cowardice.”
― Matthew Scully.
“Feebleness of will brings about weakness of head, and the abyss, in spite of its horror, comes to fascinate us, as though it were a place of refuge. Terrible danger! For this abyss is within us; this gulf, open like the vast jaws of an infernal serpent bent on devouring us, is in the depth of our own being, and our liberty floats over this void, which is always seeking to swallow it up.”
― Henri-Frédéric Amiel, Amiel’s Journal
James Hollis, What Matters Most: Living a More Considered Life
“If he saw two truths that seemed to contradict each other, he would take the two truths and the contradiction along with them. His spiritual sight is stereoscopic, like his physical sight: he sees two different pictures at once and yet sees all the better for that. Thus he has always believed that there was such a thing as fate, but such a thing as free will also. Thus he believed that children were indeed the kingdom of heaven, but nevertheless ought to be obedient to the kingdom of earth. He admired youth because it was young and age because it was not. It is exactly this balance of apparent contradictions that has been the whole buoyancy of the healthy man.”
― G.K. Chesterton
― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale
“But you see," said Roark quietly, "I have, let’s say, sixty years to live. Most of that time will be spent working. I’ve chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I’m only condemning myself to sixty years of torture. And I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me. But the best is a matter of standards—and I set my own standards. I inherit nothing. I stand at the end of no tradition. I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
Edgar Albert Guest
1881-1959, written in 1920
Francois De La Rochefoucauld.
Nothing is impossible; there are ways that lead to everything, and if we had sufficient will we should always have sufficient means. It is often merely for an excuse that we say things are impossible.
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Egli e quello che Dio vuole;
E sara quello the Dio vorrà!
“He is what God pleases;
He shall be what God wills!”
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That man is a king who brings himself under sub- jection. "He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit, than he that taketh a city. " (Prov. xvi : 32). The power to bring oneself under subjection is best secured in solitude, hence a man becomes a king by separating himself from others and living a hermit’s life. The wild ass keeps away from human habitation, so let men keep away from intercourse with their fellow men if they desire to discipline their wills. The proverb is intended to commend a monastic life.
"Curiosities in Proverbs: A Collection of Unusual Adages, Maxims, Aphorisms, Phrases and Other …"
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I drive out to Amoonguna to tell the family he is right
I sit down with his Aunty, round the campfire, in the night
I ask her to explain the pelicans and the meaning of the sign
She laughs and whispers ‘Arrangkwe.
just 2 pelicans in the sky!’
Ali Cobby Eckermann. little bit long time. Australian Poetry Centre, Balclava, 2009.
An Incisive Indigenous Voice
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“ When God wills, it rains with every wind." — Which signifies, that every thing is directed by the will of God.
"A dictionary of Spanish proverbs, tr., with illustr. from the Lat., Span …"
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"National proverbs: Serbia"
A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Forest
NOT a sound disturbs the air,
There is quiet everywhere;
Over plains and over woods
What a mighty stillness broods!
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A contented mind is a great gift of God.
“Proverbs; Or, The Manual of Wisdom: Being an Alphabetical Arrangement of the Best English …”
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