Is àrd ceann an fhèidh sa chreachann.
Lofty is the deer’s head on the top of the mountain.
Category Archives: WOUNDS
All our Discontents about what we want, appeared to me, to spring from the Want of Thankfulness for what we have. Robinson Crusoe (1719)
http://www.luminarium.org/eightlit/defoe/defoequotes.htm
Daryl Hine “Among Islands”
We are exiles everywhere we go,
Stranded upon the verandah, castaways
In the family living room, like Crusoe,
Or like Philoctetes, festering,
Having given away the Herculean bow,
With nothing to call our own except the wound.
A cornered cat becomes as fierce as a lion.
Well – this is a disturbing quote.
Killed by a Lion
Meanwhile, the LORD instructed one of the group of prophets to say to another man, “Strike me!” But the man refused to strike the prophet. Then the prophet told him, “Because you have not obeyed the voice of the LORD, a lion will kill you as soon as you leave me.” And sure enough, when he had gone, a lion attacked and killed him. (1 Kings 20:35-36 NLT)
http://www.evilbible.com/Evil%20Bible%20Quotes.htm
“He’ll be coming and going” he had said. “One day you’ll see him and another you won’t. He doesn’t like being tied down–and of course he has other countries to attend to. It’s quite all right. He’ll often drop in. Only you mustn’t press him. He’s wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
as far as, the eye can see, over the fallen, past the weary, along the trail, carved by thousand tears. Maiya
http://achingforpng.wordpress.com/tag/poems-about-papua-new-guinea/
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
“Worry is a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind. If encouraged, it cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained.”
A.S. Roche
http://www.marinal-anon.org/pages/welcome/quotes-and-sayings.php
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.
Japanese
I keep my friends as misers do their treasure, because, of all the things granted us by wisdom, none is greater or better than friendship.
– Pietro Aretino
“This is what a woman is: unadorned, after children and work and age, and experience-these are the marks of living.” auty
― Zadie Smith, On Be
A shot to kill the pain. A pill to drain the shame. A purge to end the gain. A cut to break the vein. A smoke to ease the crave. A drink to win the game. An addiction is an addiction because it all hurts the same.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi
The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass.
ANNE RICE, Pandora
dive into your inner wisdom, and uncover what’s already under your nose.
Though everyone in town was safe, the beaches were gone . . . all covered by the cool green Flood, which almost paralyzed her with its beauty, its clarity . . . for “days” she could watch nothing else, while all around her the town adjusted to its new shoreline and life went on. Late at “night” she went out on her deck and stood just above the surf, looking toward a horizon she couldn’t see, as if into a wind that might really be her own passage, destination unknown, and heard a voice, singing across the Flood, this wonderful song, the kind you heard stoned over at some stranger’s place one night and never found again, telling of the divers, who would come, not now but soon, and descend into the Flood and bring back up for us “whatever has been taken,” the voice promised, “whatever has been lost.”
–Vineland
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
“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
Healing requires from us to stop struggling, but to enjoy life more and endure it less.”
– Darina Stoyanova
“Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.”
― Brian Jacques, Taggerung
“The marks humans leave are too often scars.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
― Lao Tzu
If we act like prey, they’ll act like predators.
― Alyxandra Harvey, My Love Lies Bleeding
“She comes back
Through blood by blood
She returns
Cut deep now
Like me
Humanity saves her
Will she save me?”
― Kristin Cast, Hunted
“You’re gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul” Christina Perri
“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”
George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
“There’s nae ill in a merry mind," quo’ the wife when she whistled through the kirk. (Scotch).
"Curiosities in Proverbs: A Collection of Unusual Adages, Maxims, Aphorisms, Phrases and Other …"
Proverbs 18:14 “The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?
foto – scoob at raleigh 2010
Cicadas can’t vibrate their wings when the humidity is very high, so may be silent when rain is approaching. Flying insects are more active when the air pressure drops and stay closer to the ground, so they seem to be swarming before a rain storm.
http://www.wxdude.com/proverb.html
"The fakir upon his bed of nails is happier than is that
Toughness of hide could blunt more ills,
Than can be dodged or fought,
The lesson is well taught.
And happiness, pivoted elate
On peace of mind, health, sleep,
Food kindered, good support like that
Knows to where wounds can creep
Or suddenly sink deep."
Robert D Fitzgerald. “Glad World”
Take it easy, you’ll speed better.
"A collection of Gaelic proverbs and familiar phrases : based on Macintosh’s collection"
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
foto – bilambil cottage garden
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