An die Freude!

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
We approach fire-drunk,
Heavenly One, your shrine.
Your magic reunites
What custom sternly divides;
All people become brothers
Where your gentle wing alights.

[ 22 May 2006 12:30 am submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

Check with your doctor?

When two people have been on enough dates, they generally fall in love. You can tell you're in love by the way you feel: your head becomes light, your heart leaps within you, you feel like you're walking on air, and the whole world seems like a wonderful and happy place. Unfortunately these are also the four warning signs of colon disease, so it's always a good idea to check with your doctor.

[ 20 May 2006 11:34 am submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

Please like me too

i like tuna
i like the way you look.
ruffled hair and sexy jeans.

please like me too.
you are cute.
you turn to look
i look away

i reach out for another can of baked beans.

i am beginning to enjoy baked bean shopping

[ 19 May 2006 1:21 am submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

From the old to the new

Long years ago, we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially.

At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom.

A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance.

[ 16 May 2006 1:52 am submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

Hallelujah?

And its not a cry you can hear at night,
It's not somebody who's seen the light,
It's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah,
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-jah

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From congratulations to jealousy

Charles: Clango, you and your girlfriend sure do seem really happy.
Charles: ... almost TOO happy!
Clango: Are we veering away from congratulations and into jealousy?

[ 11 May 2006 4:33 pm submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

One Sunny Day

Sexy Sadie what have you done
You made a fool of everyone
You made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie, ooh, what have you done

...

One sunny day, the world was waiting for a lover
She came along to turn on everyone
Sexy Sadie, the greatest of them all

Sexy Sadie how did you know
The world was waiting just for you
The world was waiting just for you
Sexy Sadie, ooh, how did you know

...

We gave her everything we owned
just to sit at her table
Just a smile would lighten everything
Sexy Sadie, she's the latest
and the greatest of them all

...

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Because this life is so sad

At the last minute there was a knock, Lydia entered carrying a tray, laid it down on the table and said, Good morning, Doctor, her natural self. It is nearly always like this, a man torments himself, frets, thinks the worst, believes that the world is about to demand a full explanation, when in fact the world has moved on, thinking about other things. It is not certain, however, that upon returning to his room to collect the tray, Lydia is still part of this world moved on, she seems to be waiting behind with an air of uncertainty. She goes through the usual motions, is about to lift the tray, has already gripped it, holds it level, hoists it into the air in a semicircle, and heads for the door. Oh my God, will he speak, not speak, perhaps he won't say anything, perhaps simply touch me on the arm like the other day, and if he does, what shall I do, it won't be the first time a guest has taken liberties, twice I gave into them, why, because this life is so sad. Lydia, Ricardo Reis spoke her name. She put down the tray, raised her eyes filled with terror, tried to say Doctor, but her voice stuck in her throat. He did not have the courage, repeated, Lydia, then said almost in a whisper, horribly banal, the ridiculous seducer, I find you very pretty. He stood there staring at her for a second, he couldn't bear it for more than a second, and turned away. There are moments when it would be preferable to die, I who have made a fool of myself with hotel maids, you too, Álvaro de Campos, all of us. The door closed slowly, and only later could Lydia's footsteps be heard retreating.

[ 07 May 2006 1:56 pm submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

You've got to dance both

The secret is the other dance.

In the village in the Ramtops where they understand what the Morris dance is all about, they dance it just once, at dawn, on the first day of spring. They don't dance it after that, all through the summer. After all, what would be the point? What use would it be? But on a certain day when the nights are drawing in, the dancers leave work early and take, from attics and cupboards, the other costume, the black one, and the other bells. And they go by separate ways to a valley among the leafless trees. They don't speak. There is no music. It's very hard to imagine what kind there could be.

The bells don't ring. They're made of octiron, a magic metal. But they're not, precisely, silent bells. Silence is merely the absence of noise. They make the opposite of noise, a sort of heavily textured silence.

And in the cold afternoon, as the light drains from the sky, among the frosty leaves and in the dampair, they dance the other Morris. Because of the balance of things.

You've got to dance both, they say. Otherwise you can't dance either.

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What more can the harvest hope for?

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The Essence of Being Human

The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to commit sins for the sake of loyalty, that one does not push asceticism to the point where it makes friendly intercourse impossible, and that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals. No doubt alcohol, tobacco, and so forth, are things that a saint must avoid, but sainthood is also a thing that human beings must avoid. ... In this yogi-ridden age, it is too readily assumed that "non-attachment" is not only better than a full acceptance of earthly life, but that the ordinary man only rejects it because it is too difficult: in other words, that the average human being is a failed saint. It is doubtful whether this is true. Many people genuinely do not wish to be saints, and it is probable that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have never felt much temptation to be human beings. If one could follow it to its psychological roots, one would, I believe, find that the main motive for "non-attachment" is a desire to escape from the pain of living, and above all from love, which, sexual or non-sexual, is hard work. But it is not necessary here to argue whether the other-worldly or the humanistic ideal is "higher". The point is that they are incompatible. One must choose between God and Man, and all "radicals" and "progressives," from the mildest Liberal to the most extreme Anarchist, have in effect chosen Man.

The 200th quote on this website!

[ 06 May 2006 12:32 pm submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

The Beginning of Love

This is how everyone has to begin, men who have never known a woman, women who have never known a man, until the day comes for the one who knows to teach the one who does not.

[ 04 May 2006 9:20 pm submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]