"WELL DONE is better than WELL SAID"
Benyamin Franklin.
"The cruelest lies are often told in silence"
Robert louis Stevenson.
"Whatever you are, be a good one"
Abraham Lincoln.
Re: "QUOTE" of the day
"WELL DONE is better than WELL SAID"
Benyamin Franklin.
"The cruelest lies are often told in silence"
Robert louis Stevenson.
"Whatever you are, be a good one"
Abraham Lincoln.
If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh..
useless kick
come on with new quotes(and poems)
Living in a nightmare,
Who will wake me up?
No destinations to see
Just wandering around
Feeling lost in the darkness
Meaningless
Tears dropping
Will this go on forever?
This sorrow?
Fading..
Feeling like the shadow I am..
and yes I'm bored
and a quote:
What isn't remembered, never happened
well not magnificent but it's okay, made it last week or so:
Walking on a hidden path towards destruction
Surrounded by the cold veil of darkness
You can hear my soul crying out of agony
While this darkness is devouring my last hope
A darkness born out of your silence
Struggling to break free from this chain
Despite what I try, my strenght is fading away
Fading more and more every day you keep on ignoring me
I feel so lost without you..
You said you would love me forever
Instead you love to destroy me, bit by bit
Killing me with your so-called peace,
How can you call this peace?
I would rather have a war
But please, I beg you, even if it's only for our past together:
Quit changing my future dreams into nowaday nightmares!
Stop breaking me from within!
Still..
Why can't you love me again?
My tuppence worth!
For Whom the Bell Tolls
by John Donne.
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
Hmm I like it
Not mine, but I like it a lot when I heared it:
I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world
(for beautiful, you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
(© e.e. cummings)
How Do I Love Thee
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light
I love thee freely, as men strive for right,
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost Saints- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my love! -and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Sorrow is what fills the air when I cry,
Why did you make me feel like I wanted to die?
You fooled around and played with my heart,
Why did you have to do this? Breaking me apart.
We have had some wonderful years,
The only thing left now are my tears.
I am filled with pain these last months,
Breaking my heart and besides not once.
All these feelings are making me confused,
I love you but still.. I feel abused.
Sometimes I feel like I hate you for everything you have done,
All those mistakes can never be undone.
There is emptiness where you stood by my side,
And this because for all the times you have lied.
I would like to tell you we weren't meant to be,
We were a perfect couple but now please forget about me..
But I can't...
Re: "QUOTE" of the day
Yo Ho Ho
By Allison and Waller, from a 1901 musical based on Robert Louis Stevenson's book Treasure Island.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through a sternlight screen...
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
If you got this far, should brighten your day.
Kindest Regards, Bill.
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