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will indulge my sorrows and give way to the throes and fury of my despair.
And
as for my happiness…What kind of happiness do you see for me?
What
are those unimportant little sins that I shall have to commit before I am allowed to sink my teeth into Life and tear happiness
from
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"All sorrows can be borne if you
put them
into a story
or tell a story about them.
I start with a tingle, a kind of feeling of the story I will write.
Then come the characters, and they take over,
they make the story."
Isak Dinesen (My inspiration)
pseudonym
of Baroness Karen Blixen. Danish writer
(Out of Africa, 7 Gothic Tales), 1885-1962
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"Fury drives us to our finest heights
Out of fury comes creation, passion and inspiration,
but also violence, pain and self destruction –
The giving and receiving of blows
From which we never recover.
This is what we are,
What we civilize ourselves to disguise –
The terrifying human animal in all of us."
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On the
edge of your destiny,
you
must test your strength.
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The Day Begins
Pinprick holes in a colorless sky
Let insipid figures of light pass by.
The mighty light of ten thousand suns
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
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Nighttime, to some, a brief interlude.
To others, the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios, wake up your steeds.
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.
Nights
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watchlights fade from every room .
Bedridden people look back and lament,
Another days' energy uselessly spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
A lonely man cries for love and has none.
A new mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Coldhearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight.
Red is gray and yellow white,
But we decide which is right,
And which is an illusion.
Days of Future Passed - Moody Blues
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The 'morality of compromise'
sounds contradictory.
Compromise is usually a sign of weakness,
or an admission of defeat.
Strong men don't compromise, it is said,
and principles should never be compromised.
Andrew Carnegie
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If a man does not keep pace with his companions;
perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.
Let him step to the music he hears;
however measured and far away.
Henry David Thoreau
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Watch your Thoughts,
They become
Words.
Choose your Words,
Words become
Actions.
Understand your Actions,
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Actions become Habits.
Study your Habits,
Habits become your Character.
Develop your Character for it becomes your
Destiny.
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Common Sense
For The
Common
Man
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My Philosophy
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A starlit or a moonlight dome disdains
All that man is; All mere complexities,
The Fury and the Mire
Of human veins.
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| THIS SITE IS A WORK IN PROGRESS!! THANKS, AN AMATEUR! |
Be still, sad heart and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall;
Some days must be dark and dreary.
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And when he shall die take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be
in love with night and pay no worship to
the garish sun.
William Shakespeare
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