Showing posts with label quotes. qotd. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quotes. qotd. Show all posts
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Quote of the day
Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.
— Nayyirah Waheed
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Do not go gentle into that good night
▶ Dylan Thomas - Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dailymotion video
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
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Monday, September 1, 2014
The Night's Watch
"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."
―The Night's Watch oath
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Thursday, August 28, 2014
Quote of the day
“We’re surrounded. That simplifies the problem.”
- Attributed to Major General Lewis B. “Chesty” Puller, USMC
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Quote of the day
"No one who rolls up on a man with his dick out has good intentions."
from Seal Team Six 2 by Chuck Dixon
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Quote of the day
It was "a massive pooch-screw of mythic scale."
From Seal Team Six 2 by Chuck Dixon
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Quote of the day
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Photo: Lonely Planet |
On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all. You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming.
― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Quote of the Day
An old man and his son worked a small farm, with only one horse to pull the plow. One day, the horse ran away.
“How terrible,” sympathized the neighbors.“What bad luck.”
“Who knows whether it is bad luck or good luck,” the farmer replied.
A week later, the horse returned form the mountains, leading five wild mares into the barn.
“What wonderful luck!” said the neighbors.
“Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?” answered the old man.
The next day, the son, trying to tam one of the horses, fell and broke his leg.
“How terrible. What bad luck!”
“Bad luck? Good luck?”
The army came to all the farms to take the young men for war. The farmer’s son was of no use to them, so he was spared.
“Good? Bad?”
- Ancient Eastern Wisdom - Author Unknown - first seen by me in The Way of the Peaceful Warrior
“How terrible,” sympathized the neighbors.“What bad luck.”
“Who knows whether it is bad luck or good luck,” the farmer replied.
A week later, the horse returned form the mountains, leading five wild mares into the barn.
“What wonderful luck!” said the neighbors.
“Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?” answered the old man.
The next day, the son, trying to tam one of the horses, fell and broke his leg.
“How terrible. What bad luck!”
“Bad luck? Good luck?”
The army came to all the farms to take the young men for war. The farmer’s son was of no use to them, so he was spared.
“Good? Bad?”
- Ancient Eastern Wisdom - Author Unknown - first seen by me in The Way of the Peaceful Warrior
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