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That and no more,  and it is everything. If I succeed, you shall find  there, according to your deserts, encouragement,  consolation, fear, charm, all you demand--and, perhaps,  also that glimpse of truth for which you have forgotten to ask.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJoseph Conrad \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.kylezabelny.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/attention-deficit-disorder.jpeg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lavender\u003EPerhaps the cause of our contemporary pessimism is our tendency to view history as a turbulent stream of conflicts – between individuals in economic life, between groups in politics, between creeds in religion, between states in war. This is the more dramatic side of history; it captures the eye of the historian and the interest of the reader.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E But if we turn from that Mississippi of strife, hot with hate and dark with blood, to look upon the banks of the stream, we find quieter but more inspiring scenes: women rearing children, men building homes, peasants drawing food from the soil, artisans making the conveniences of life, statesmen sometimes organizing peace instead of war, teachers forming savages into citizens, musicians taming our hearts with harmony and rhythm, scientists patiently accumulating knowledge, philosophers groping for truth, saints suggesting the wisdom of love.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E History has been too often a picture of the bloody stream. The history of civilization is a record of what happened on the banks.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWill Durant ,The story of Civilization \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/5\/92\/282\/92282981_25_Fotograf_Hossein_Zare.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gainsboro\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=oldlace\u003EI felt more keenly than before the need of a philosophy that would do justice to the infinite vitality of nature. In the inexhaustible activity of the atom, in the endless resourcefulness of plants, in the teeming fertility of animals, in the hunger and movement of infants, in the laughter and play of children, in the love and devotion of youth, in the restless ambition of fathers and the lifelong sacrifice of mothers, in the undiscourageable researches of scientists and the sufferings of genius, in the crucifixion of prophets and the martyrdom of saints — in all things I saw the passion of life for growth and greatness, the drama of everlasting creation. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EI came to think of myself, not as a dance and chaos of molecules, but as a brief and minute portion of that majestic process... I became almost reconciled to mortality, knowing that my spirit would survive me enshrined in a fairer mold... and that my little worth would somehow be preserved in the heritage of men. In a measure the Great Sadness was lifted from me, and, where I had seen omnipresent death, I saw now everywhere the pageant and triumph of life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWill Durant,Transition \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003EPerhaps our supercilious disgust with existence is a cover for a secret disgust with ourselves; we have botched and bungled our lives, and we cast the blame upon the environment or the world, which have no tongues to utter a defense. The mature man accepts the natural limitations of life; he does not expect Providence to be prejudiced in his favor; he does not ask for loaded dice to play the game of life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  He knows, with Carlyle, that there is no sense in vilifying the sun because it will not light our cigars. And perhaps, if we are clever enough to help it, the sun will even do that; and this vast neutral cosmos may turn out to be a pleasant place enough if we bring a little sunshine of our own to help it out. In truth, the world is neither with us or against us; it is but raw material in our hands, and can be heaven or hell according to what we are. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWill Duran, The Story of Philosophy\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=mintcream\u003EAnd last are the few whose delight is in meditation and understanding; who yearn not for goods, nor for victory, but for knowledge; who leave both market and battlefield to lose themselves in the quiet clarity of secluded thought; whose will is a light rather than a fire, whose haven is not power but truth: these are the men of wisdom, who stand aside unused by the world. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWill Durant, The Story of Philosophy\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img594.imageshack.us\/img594\/3983\/child004.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ELove one another. My final lesson of history is the same as that of Jesus. You may think that's a lot of lollipop but just try it. Love is the most practical thing in the world. If you take an attitude of love toward everybody you meet, you'll eventually get along.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWill Durant\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-cj9TRjwfjoM\/Tq08ctl500I\/AAAAAAAAA0c\/cnsVnly8MKU\/s1600\/girl+and+stars.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"600\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EHow, then, shall we face the future? When the sailor is out on the ocean, when everything is changing all around him, when the waves are born and die, he does not stare down into the waves, because they are changing. He looks up at the stars. Why? Because they are faithful.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESoren Kierkegaard \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EDo not interrupt the flight of your soul; do not distress what is best in you; do not enfeeble your spirit with half wishes and half thoughts.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESoren Kierkegaard "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5357909823978421671\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/11\/insightful-quotes-and-reflections-on.html#comment-form","title":"201 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5357909823978421671"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5357909823978421671"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/11\/insightful-quotes-and-reflections-on.html","title":"Insightful quotes and reflections  on Civilization ,philosophy and Humanity by Will Durant and Soren Kierkegaard"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/lV3SHBFyDZM\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"201"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5781714561526202286"},"published":{"$t":"2012-11-02T04:38:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:35.450-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Family Poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Sister and brother quotes"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"       \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-_wrWK7Qs2nE\/UHgW0T6lXoI\/AAAAAAAABJI\/Fpg6jFMhlh8\/s1600\/black-and-white-child-children-couple-Favim.com-493677.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"580\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EShe is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime,your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EBarbara Alpert\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003ELike branches on a tree we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one. Each of our lives will always be a special part of the other.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003E Unknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother.Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EAnna Quindlan\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EIf thy brother wrongs thee, remember not so much his wrong-doing, but more than ever that he is thy brother.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EEpictetus\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EA sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EMarion C. 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And that soul, found and proven, is a woman. A hand sustains you, it is hers; lips lightly touch your forehead, they are her lips; you hear breathing near you, it is she. To have her wholly, from her devotion to her pity, never to be left alone, to have that sweet shyness as, to lean on that unbending reed, to touch, Providence with your hands and be able to grasp it in your arms; God made palpable, what transport! The heart, that dark celestial flower, bursts into a mysterious bloom. You would not give up that shade for all the light in the world! The angel soul is there, forever there; if she goes away, it is only to return; she fades away in a dream and reappears in reality. You feel an approaching warmth, she is there. You overflow with serenity...; you are radiant in your darkness. And the thousand little cares! The trifles that are enormous in this void. The most ineffable accents of the womanly voice used to comfort you, and replacing for you the vanished universe! You are caressed through the soul. You see nothing but you feel yourself adored. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EVictor Hugo, Les Misérables \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/lh6.ggpht.com\/-gJaJXwx5yDM\/UGjO2aCQqrI\/AAAAAAABbng\/QcnQErsuzkU\/s1600\/summers-ease-pinturas-de-richard-s-johnson%25255B2%25255D.jpg  'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"650\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lavenderblush\u003ETo call woman the weaker sex is a libel; it is man's injustice to woman. If by strength is meant brute strength, then, indeed, is woman less brute than man. If by strength is meant moral power, then woman is immeasurably man's superior. Has she not greater intuition, is she not more self-sacrificing, has she not greater powers of endurance, has she not greater courage? Without her, man could not be. If nonviolence is the law of our being, the future is with woman. Who can make a more effective appeal to the heart than woman?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMahatma Gandhi\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=linen\u003ERespect the feminine — it is higher, certainly higher, than the male qualities. ... the male mind has tried to repress the feminine and of course because the male is aggressive... he can repress it. The feminine is receptive, surrendering; it knows how to let go, it knows how to adjust, so it has become adjusted even to the male chauvinist attitude. The whole past of humanity is ugly and the reason is that we have not allowed the feminine qualities to blossom. So become more and more receptive, sensitive, creative, loving, dancing, singing — and that’s how you will go on becoming more and more meditative. And the more meditative you are, the more you will find feminine qualities blossoming in you. The moment the male energy becomes feminine a Buddha is born, a Christ is born.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe will have a more beautiful world if all women — and women are half of the world — are allowed to grow their talents, their genius. It is not a question at all… nobody is higher, nobody is lower. Women are women, men are men; they have differences, but differences don’t make anybody higher or lower. Their differences create their attraction.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/435\/76435283_33931699_5.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ERichrd Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYour armor, it shields you from any woman who would destroy\u003Cbr\u003E  you, sure enough. But unless you let it go, it will shield \u003Cbr\u003Eyou as well from the only one who can love you, nourish \u003Cbr\u003Eyou, save you from your own protection. There is one perfect  woman for you. She is singular, not plural. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERichard Bach \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/www.socialbliss.com\/assets\/large\/134\/814\/1348149221-tulle.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gainsboro\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E... marvelling at her intelligence,and hearing the stillness\u003Cbr\u003E of sorrow. I felt an invisible hand drawing me to her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Every visit gave me a new meaning to her beauty and a new \u003Cbr\u003Einsight into her sweet spirit, Until she became a book whose \u003Cbr\u003Epages I could understand and whose praises I could sing, \u003Cbr\u003Ebut which I could never finish reading. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E A woman whom Providence has provided with beauty\u003Cbr\u003Eof spirit and body is a truth, at the same time both open\u003Cbr\u003Eand secret, which we can understand only by love, and\u003Cbr\u003Etouch only by virtue; and when we attempt to describe\u003Cbr\u003Esuch a woman she disappears like a vapor.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EKhalil Gibran,From The White Torch\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='  http:\/\/s007.radikal.ru\/i300\/1112\/af\/09a11ceb16fd.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge chocolate\"height=\"570\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EWriters and poets try to understand the truth about\u003Cbr\u003Ewoman. But until this day they have never understood\u003Cbr\u003Eher heart because, looking upon her through the veil\u003Cbr\u003Eof desire, they see nothing except the shape of her body.\u003Cbr\u003EOr they look upon her through a magnifying glass\u003Cbr\u003Eof spite and find nothing in her but weakness and submission.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/sun.youinside.me\/picture\/i1052\/c43f1ac518db1993b6d98671cb5bdb3c.jpg  'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003EA woman's heart\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EA woman's heart will not change with time or season;\u003Cbr\u003Eeven if it dies eternally, it will never perish.\u003Cbr\u003EA woman's heart is like a field turned into a battleground;\u003Cbr\u003Eafter the trees are uprooted and the grass is burned and\u003Cbr\u003E the rocks bones and skulls, it is calm and is silent as if\u003Cbr\u003Enothing has happened; for the spring and autumn come at their intervals and resume their work.\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1574070466783534740\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/inspiring-quotes-and-poems-celebrating.html#comment-form","title":"8 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1574070466783534740"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1574070466783534740"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/inspiring-quotes-and-poems-celebrating.html","title":"Inspiring quotes and poems celebrating  femininity and womanhood by William Wordsworth,Victor Hugo ,Richard Bach,Osho and Khalil Gibran  "}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/OMe_yxJXq3c\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"8"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1082392466833208311"},"published":{"$t":"2012-10-30T05:44:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:35.480-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Quote on Autumn,nature and weather"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"       \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/imgon.net\/di-XPHR.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EIs not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EGeorge Eliot\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img.article.pchome.net\/00\/43\/98\/23\/pic_lib\/wm\/jingxuan036.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1082392466833208311\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/quote-on-autumnnature-and-weather.html#comment-form","title":"8 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weather"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"8"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6712662341711849021"},"published":{"$t":"2012-10-28T15:15:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:35.510-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Quotes on Earth"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"       \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/yoga-hridaya.com\/images\/gora.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge yellowgreen\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EI look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to the land of heart's desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a loud voice that she did not permit town to sap all the years away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E George Cran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EEarth's crammed with heaven\u003Cbr\u003EAnd every common bush aflame with God\u003Cbr\u003EBut only those who see take off their shoes.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EElizabeth Barrett Browning\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EThey  are times when I cannot believe I am separate from this earth, when I could swear the wind blows through me as it does the woven needles of the pine tree by the creek, when I feel my feet planted deep in the earth with the roots of trees and wildflowers, drawing essence.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ECathy Johnson"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6712662341711849021\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/quotes-on-earth.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6712662341711849021"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6712662341711849021"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/quotes-on-earth.html","title":"Quotes on 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src='http:\/\/media-cache-ec3.pinterest.com\/upload\/37014028156950804_lk3b91ed_c.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"670\"width=\"430\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe tone of voice\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E Author unknown\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EIt's not so much what your say\u003Cbr\u003EAs the manner in which you say it;\u003Cbr\u003EIt's not so much the language you use\u003Cbr\u003EAs the tone in which you convey it;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003E\"Come here!\" I sharply said,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the child cowered and wept.\u003Cbr\u003E\"Come here,\" I said -\u003Cbr\u003EHe looked and smiled\u003Cbr\u003EAnd straight to my lap he crept.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E may be mild and fair\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the tone may pierce like a dart;\u003Cbr\u003EWords may be soft as the summer air\u003Cbr\u003EBut the tone may break my heart;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EFor words come from the mind\u003Cbr\u003EGrow by study and art-\u003Cbr\u003EBut tone leaps from the inner self\u003Cbr\u003ERevealing the state of the heart.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWhether you know it or not,\u003Cbr\u003EWhether you mean or care,\u003Cbr\u003EGentleness, kindness, love, and hate,\u003Cbr\u003EEnvy, anger, are there.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EThen, would you quarrels avoid\u003Cbr\u003EAnd peace and love rejoice?\u003Cbr\u003EKeep anger nor only out of your words -\u003Cbr\u003EKeep it out of your voice."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8771081504372045656\/comments\/default","title":"Post 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ridge forestgreen\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EKeep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a songbird will come.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EChinese proverb\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003Ethere is always music amongst the trees in the garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Aumonier\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003E They are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy, and its charm.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Theodore Roosevelt\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EIf the outer world is diminished in its grandeur, then the emotional, imaginative, intellectual, and spiritual life of the human is diminished or extinguished. Without the soaring birds, the great forests, the sounds and coloration of the insects, the free-flowing streams, the flowering fields, the sight of clouds by day and the stars at night, we become impoverished in all that makes us human.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Berry"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7749460760741409918\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/the-hidden-spirit-of-nature-nature.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7749460760741409918"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7749460760741409918"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/the-hidden-spirit-of-nature-nature.html","title":"The hidden spirit of Nature :Nature Quotes"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3670761597043110290"},"published":{"$t":"2012-10-23T09:49:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:35.758-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Forgiveness and tolerance  poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"We all flow from one fountain Soul by John Muir "},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.pxleyes.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/wonders1\/43.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge navajowhite\"height=\"610\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWe all flow from one fountain Soul. 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His calmness is but a Holy of Holies into which he can retire from the world to get strength to live in the world. He realizes that the full glory of individuality, the crowning of his self-control is the majesty of calmness.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ECalmness is the rarest quality in human life. It is the poise of a great nature, in harmony with itself and its ideals. It is the moral atmosphere of a life self-centered, self-reliant, and self-controlled. Calmness is singleness of purpose, absolute confidence, and conscious power, ready to be focused in an instant to meet any crises.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=papayawhip\u003ECalmness comes from within. It is the peace and restfulness of the depths of our nature. The fury of storm and of wind agitate only the surface of the sea; they penetrate only two or three hundred feet; below that is the calm, unruffled deep. To be ready for the great crises of life we must learn serenity in our daily living. Calmness is the crown of self-control.\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4589790750418666913\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/the-majesty-of-calmness-by-william.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4589790750418666913"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4589790750418666913"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/the-majesty-of-calmness-by-william.html","title":"The Majesty of Calmness by William Jordan,"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6147001695849858960"},"published":{"$t":"2012-10-20T10:29:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:36.036-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Beauty poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Insightful Quotes and poems On Inner Beauty and beauty :Awakening to Beauty by John O'Donouhe\/Get OFF The Scale by Steve Maraboli\/Beauty quotes  by Plotinus;James Allen;Mary Baker Eddy"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EOmar Akram:My Hope is You\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/8T0wZ43qfWE?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/icon.s.photosight.ru\/img\/b\/bd9\/4250420_large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EGet Off The Scale!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ESteve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EYou are beautiful. Your beauty, just like your capacity for life, happiness, and success, is immeasurable. Day after day, countless people across the globe get on a scale in search of validation of beauty and social acceptance.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EGet off the scale! I have yet to see a scale that can tell you how enchanting your eyes are. I have yet to see a scale that can show you how wonderful your hair looks when the sun shines its glorious rays on it. I have yet to see a scale that can thank you for your compassion, sense of humor, and contagious smile. Get off the scale because I have yet to see one that can admire you for your perseverance when challenged in life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont coloer=papayawhip\u003EIt’s true, the scale can only give you a numerical reflection of your relationship with gravity. That’s it. It cannot measure beauty, talent, purpose, life force, possibility, strength, or love. Don’t give the scale more power than it has earned. Take note of the number, then get off the scale and live your life. You are beautiful! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/i43.tinypic.com\/9r2aso.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge forestgreen\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=palegreen\u003EWithdraw into yourself and look. And if you do not find yourself beautiful yet, act as does the creators of statues that are to be made beautiful; they cut away here, they smooth there, they make this line lighter, this other purer, until a lovely face has grown upon their work.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   So do you also; cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is in shadow; labor to make all one glow of beauty and never cease chiseling your statue until there shall shine out on you from it the godlike splendor of virtue, until you shall see the perfect Goodness established in the stainless shrine.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EPlotinus\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/cs302710.userapi.com\/v302710049\/151e\/oPdB51v8oKE.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge hotpink\"height=\"520\"width=\"530\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe recipe for beauty is to have less illusion and more Soul, to retreat from the belief of pain or pleasure in the body into the unchanging calm and glorious freedom of spiritual harmony. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EMary Baker Eddy\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/ww1.sinaimg.cn\/large\/5e2b120fjw1dq2u2q86cfj.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge teal\"height=\"440\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mediumturquoise\u003ECherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes you purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.  \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJames Allen\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='https:\/\/lh4.googleusercontent.com\/-9teeDE7J0-o\/T0KSH7xSfrI\/AAAAAAAABH0\/ityrZtGmTfU\/s903\/5767-2560x1600-1.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EAwakening to Beauty \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJohn O'Donohue\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=thistle\u003EWe live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EAt birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark to become invisible. Awakening and surrender: They frame each day and each life; between them is the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=thistle\u003EThe human soul is hungry for beauty; we seek it everywhere — in landscape, music, art, clothes, furniture, gardening, companionship, love, religion, and in ourselves. No one would desire not to be beautiful. When we experience the Beautiful, there is a sense of homecoming. We feel most alive in the presence of the Beautiful, for it meets the needs of our soul. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EFor a while the strain of struggle and endurance are relieved and our frailty becomes illuminated by a different light in which we come to glimpse behind the shutter of appearances the sure form of things. In the experience of beauty we awaken and surrender in the same act. We find that we slip into the Beautiful with the same ease as we slip into the seamless embrace of water; something ancient within us already trusts that this embrace will hold us.   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src='http:\/\/www.smashingapps.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/02\/Mix-Media-Artworks\/mixmediaart33.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe Opening of Eyes\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EDavid Whyte\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EThat day I saw beneath dark clouds\u003Cbr\u003E  the passing light over the water\u003Cbr\u003E  and I heard the voice of the world speak out,\u003Cbr\u003E  I knew then, as I had before\u003Cbr\u003E  life is no passing memory of what has been\u003Cbr\u003E  nor the remaining pages in a great book\u003Cbr\u003E  waiting to be read.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cp\u003EIt is the opening of eyes long closed.\u003Cbr\u003E  It is the vision of far off things\u003Cbr\u003E  seen for the silence they hold.\u003Cbr\u003E  It is the heart after years\u003Cbr\u003E  of secret conversing\u003Cbr\u003E  speaking out loud in the clear air.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cp\u003E It is Moses in the desert\u003Cbr\u003E  fallen to his knees before the lit bush.\u003Cbr\u003E  It is the man throwing away his shoes\u003Cbr\u003E  as if to enter heaven\u003Cbr\u003E  and finding himself astonished,\u003Cbr\u003E  opened at last,\u003Cbr\u003E  fallen in love with solid ground.\u003Cbr\u003E      "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3450948822691003085\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/the-opening-of-eyes-by-david-whyte.html#comment-form","title":"0 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Then what? Two things. First, force yourself to smile. If you are alone, force yourself to whistle or hum a tune or sing. Act as if you were already happy, and that will tend to make you happy. Here is the way the psychologist and philosopher William James put it: \"Action seems to follow feeling, but really action and feeling go together; and by regulating the action, which is under the more direct control of the will, we can indirectly regulate the feeling, which is not.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Your smile is a messenger of your good will. Your smile brightens the lives of all who see it. To someone who has seen a dozen people frown, scowl or turn their faces away, your smile is like the sun breaking through the clouds.  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So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ETerry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EDo not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Ralph Waldo Emerson\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EI pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERalph Waldo Emerson\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003ETravel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of, giving to it the sharp contour and meaning of art.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Freya Stark\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EAdventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EMark Jenkins\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003E We get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ED. H. 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The second is that to love someone means you agree with everything they believe or do. Both are nonsense. You don’t have to compromise convictions to be compassionate.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003ERick Warren"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4024671054431364025\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/culture-quote-by-rick-warren.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4024671054431364025"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4024671054431364025"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/culture-quote-by-rick-warren.html","title":"Culture quote by Rick Warren"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-830252782392303662"},"published":{"$t":"2012-10-13T06:37:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:36.429-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"WE and YOU by Khalil Gibran"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EAdam Hurst-the Secret\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/mxMpMaSZKQM?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/jessicakristie.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/Blonde-Girl_Castle.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orange\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWE and YOU\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E Kahlil Gibran \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe are the sons of Sorrow, and you are the\u003Cbr\u003ESons of Joy.  We are the sons of Sorrow,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd Sorrow is the shadow of a God who\u003Cbr\u003ELives not in the domain of evil hearts. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWe are sorrowful spirits, and Sorrow is\u003Cbr\u003EToo great to exist in small hearts.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen you laugh, we cry and lament; and he\u003Cbr\u003EWho is seared and cleansed once with his\u003Cbr\u003EOwn tears will remain pure forevermore. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EYou understand us not, but we offer our\u003Cbr\u003ESympathy to you. You are racing with the\u003Cbr\u003ECurrent of the River of Life, and you\u003Cbr\u003EDo not look upon us; but we are sitting by\u003Cbr\u003EThe coast, watching you and hearing your\u003Cbr\u003EStrange voices.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYou do not comprehend our cry, for the\u003Cbr\u003EClamour of the days is crowding your ears,\u003Cbr\u003EBlocked with the hard substance of your\u003Cbr\u003EYears of indifference to truth; but we hear\u003Cbr\u003EYour songs, for the whispering of the night\u003Cbr\u003EHas opened our inner hearts. We see you\u003Cbr\u003EStanding under the pointing finger of light,\u003Cbr\u003EBut you cannot see us, for we are tarrying\u003Cbr\u003EIn the enlightening darkness. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the prophets and the musicians. We weave\u003Cbr\u003ERaiment for the goddess from the threads of\u003Cbr\u003EOur hearts, and we fill the hands, of the\u003Cbr\u003EAngels with the seeds of our inner selves. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYou are the sons of the pursuit of earthly\u003Cbr\u003EGaiety. You place your hearts in the hands\u003Cbr\u003EOf Emptiness, for the hand's touch to\u003Cbr\u003EEmptiness is smooth and inviting. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EYou reside in the house of Ignorance, for\u003Cbr\u003EIn his house there is no mirror in which to\u003Cbr\u003EView your souls.\u003Cbr\u003EWe sigh, and from our sighs arise the\u003Cbr\u003EWhispering of flowers and the rustling of\u003Cbr\u003ELeaves and the murmur of rivulets. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWhen you ridicule us your taunts mingle\u003Cbr\u003EWith the crushing of the skulls and the\u003Cbr\u003ERattling of shackles and the wailing of the\u003Cbr\u003EAbyss. 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Let us measure the outcome of\u003Cbr\u003EOur sorrow against the deeds of your joy\u003Cbr\u003EBefore the face of the Sun . . . \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYou have built the Pyramids upon the hearts\u003Cbr\u003EOf slaves, but the Pyramids stand now upon\u003Cbr\u003EThe sand, commemorating to the Ages our\u003Cbr\u003EImmortality and your evanescence. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EYou have built Babylon upon the bones of the\u003Cbr\u003EWeak, and erected the palaces of Nineveh upon\u003Cbr\u003EThe graves of the miserable.  Babylon is now but\u003Cbr\u003EThe footprint of the camel upon the moving sand\u003Cbr\u003EOf the desert.\u003CBr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWe have composed and played the soothing\u003Cbr\u003ESong of Nahawand upon the strings, and caused\u003Cbr\u003EThe Beloved's spirit to come hovering in the\u003Cbr\u003EFirmament near to us; we have praised the\u003Cbr\u003ESupreme Being with words and deeds; the words\u003Cbr\u003EBecame as the words of God, and the deeds\u003Cbr\u003EBecame overwhelming love of the angels. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EYou are following Amusement, whose sharp claws\u003Cbr\u003EHave torn thousands of martyrs in the arenas\u003Cbr\u003EOf Rome and Antioch  . . .  But we are following\u003Cbr\u003ESilence, whose careful fingers have woven the\u003Cbr\u003EIliad and the Book of Job and the Lamentations\u003Cbr\u003EOf Jeremiah. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYou lie down with Lust, whose tempest has\u003Cbr\u003ESwept one thousand processions of the soul of\u003Cbr\u003EWoman away and into the pit of shame and\u003Cbr\u003EHorror . . . But we embrace Solitude, in whose\u003Cbr\u003EShadow the beauties of Hamlet and Dante arose. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe are the sons of Sorrow, and you are the\u003Cbr\u003ESons of Joy; and between our sorrow and your\u003Cbr\u003EJoy there is a rough and narrow path which\u003Cbr\u003EYour spirited horses cannot travel, and upon\u003Cbr\u003EWhich your magnificent carriages cannot pass. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWe pity your smallness as you hate our\u003Cbr\u003EGreatness; and between our pity and your\u003Cbr\u003EHatred, Time halts bewildered. We come to\u003Cbr\u003EYou as friends, but you attack us as enemies;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd between our friendship and your enmity,\u003Cbr\u003EThere is a deep ravine flowing with tears\u003Cbr\u003EAnd blood. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe build palaces for you, and you dig graves\u003Cbr\u003EFor us; and between the beauty of the palace\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the obscurity of the grave, Humanity\u003Cbr\u003EWalks as a sentry with iron weapons. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWe spread your path with roses, and you cover\u003Cbr\u003EOur beds with thorns; and between the roses\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the thorns, Truth slumbers fitfully. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003ESince the beginning of the world you have\u003Cbr\u003Efought against our gentle power with your\u003Cbr\u003ECoarse weakness; and when you triumph over\u003Cbr\u003EUs for an hour, you croak and clamour merrily\u003Cbr\u003ELike the frogs of the water. And when we\u003Cbr\u003EConquer you and subdue you for an Age, we\u003Cbr\u003ERemain as silent giants. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYou crucified Jesus and stood below Him,\u003Cbr\u003EBlaspheming and mocking at Him; but at last\u003Cbr\u003EHe came down and overcame the generations,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd walked among you as a hero, filling the\u003Cbr\u003EUniverse with His glory and His beauty. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe are the sons of Sorrow, and sorrow is a\u003Cbr\u003ERich cloud, showering the multitudes with\u003Cbr\u003EKnowledge and Truth. You are the sons of\u003Cbr\u003EJoy, and as high as your joy may reach,\u003Cbr\u003EBy the Law of God it must be destroyed\u003Cbr\u003EBefore the winds of heaven and dispersed\u003Cbr\u003EInto nothingness, for it is naught but a\u003Cbr\u003EThin and wavering pillar of smoke. 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The little indicates much.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E whole universe is sum up in the human being. Devil is not a monster waiting to trap us, he is a voice inside. Look for your devil in yourself, not in the others. Don’t forget that the one who knows his Devil, knows his God.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=orangered\u003E words we use for the Creator are a reflect of ourselves. If we think of God as fear and shame, we are scared and have something to be ashamed of … But if we see love, compassion and kindness, it is because we possess these qualities.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E Whatever happens to you, don’t fall in despair. Even if all the doors are closed, a secret path will be there for you that no one knows. You can’t see it yet but so many paradises are at the end of this path. Be grateful! 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One is always living a little more or dying a little bit. \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003ENorman Mailer\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: orange;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg g=\"\" height=\"450\" src=\" http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-fqPVF8RfYnM\/TuX7Xdk4IYI\/AAAAAAAAKOU\/Rv96X9OHM1Q\/s1600\/ccd962d6d5aeb3f0687cf74dd6c22d1f.jpg \" style=\"border: 6px ridge navajowhite;\" width=\"550\" \/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cspan style=\"color: cyan;\"\u003ETo be rich in admiration and free from envy, to rejoice greatly in the good of others,  to love with such  generosity of heart that your love is still a dear possession in absence  or unkindness – these are  the gifts which money cannot buy.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003ERobert Louis Stevenson\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: cyan;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg g=\"\" height=\"690\" src=\"  http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-bOTMqE5BfIA\/TuX7W-9KjiI\/AAAAAAAAKOM\/jRskl7qfBOc\/s1600\/can__t_stop____by_lpdragonfly-d3fff3z.jpg  \" style=\"border: 6px ridge navajowhite;\" width=\"500\" \/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E  \u003Cspan style=\"color: pink;\"\u003EWe are not held back by the love we didn’t receive in the past,   but by the love we’re not extending in the present.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003EMarianne Williamson\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/619545147778422623\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/garden-of-words-and-wisdom.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/619545147778422623"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/619545147778422623"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/garden-of-words-and-wisdom.html","title":"Garden of words and wisdom"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-GbQo76nYZIs\/TuX7ZreT-dI\/AAAAAAAAKOk\/ATE9qznJmzM\/s72-c\/d70e60017adff56f2c78a334e3115b5d.jpg  ","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6045706377587583568"},"published":{"$t":"2012-10-08T09:41:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:36.711-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Lo! In Thine Honest Eyes I Read by Robert stevenson Louis "},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: left;\" trbidi=\"on\"\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg g=\"\" height=\"670\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.lifeisphoto.ru\/107\/0\/1076373.jpg\" style=\"border: 6px ridge ivory;\" width=\"550\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003ELo! In Thine Honest Eyes I Read\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: white;\"\u003ERobert stevenson Louis\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: white; font-size: medium;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"color: white;\"\u003ELo! in thine honest eyes I read\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe auspicious beacon that shall lead,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAfter long sailing in deep seas,\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo quiet havens in June ease.\u003Cbr \/\u003E Thy voice sings like an inland bird\u003Cbr \/\u003EFirst by the seaworn sailor heard;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd like road sheltered from life's sea\u003Cbr \/\u003EThine honest heart is unto me.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6045706377587583568\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/lo-in-thine-honest-eyes-i-read-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6045706377587583568"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6045706377587583568"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/lo-in-thine-honest-eyes-i-read-by.html","title":"Lo! 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pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Motivational hope and life poems and quotes:The thing is by Ellen Bass\/Hope by Joseph Addison\/Life by Charlotte Bronte\/To look to this day(Ancient sanskrit poem\/Life quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson,Mark Twain,Aldous Huxely "},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003C\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EMarc Enfroy-the magic Garden\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/eclBEBSFN88?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/www.bebekresimleri.biz\/data\/media\/46\/6.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gainsboro\"height=\"630\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe Thing Is\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Ellen Bass\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=ivory\u003Eto love life, to love it even\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen you have no stomach for it\u003Cbr\u003Eand everything you've held dear\u003Cbr\u003Ecrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,\u003Cbr\u003Eyour throat filled with the silt of it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=papayawhip\u003EWhen grief sits with you, its tropical heat\u003Cbr\u003Ethickening the air, heavy as water\u003Cbr\u003Emore fit for gills than lungs;\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen grief weights you like your own flesh\u003Cbr\u003Eonly more of it, an obesity of grief,\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mintcream\u003Eyou think, How can a body withstand this?\u003Cbr\u003EThen you hold life like a face\u003Cbr\u003Ebetween your palms, a plain face,\u003Cbr\u003Eno charming smile, no violet eyes,\u003Cbr\u003Eand you say, yes, I will take you\u003Cbr\u003EI will love you, again.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cswzv48.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='   http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/5\/86\/508\/86508510_0_3a550_dc1634e5_XL.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge navajowhite\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EVladimir Volegov Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003EHope\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJoseph Addison\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=papayawhip\u003EOur lives, discoloured with our present woes,\u003Cbr\u003EMay still grow white and shine with happier hours.\u003Cbr\u003ESo the pure limped stream, when foul with stains\u003Cbr\u003EOf rushing torrents and descending rains,\u003Cbr\u003EWorks itself clear, and as it runs refines,\u003Cbr\u003Etill by degrees the floating mirror shines;\u003Cbr\u003EReflects each flower that on the border grows,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd a new heaven in it's fair bosom shows. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cswzv48.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-ageSRtD0vTk\/TezbK-fOqgI\/AAAAAAAAAEg\/PwpJWrphOW8\/s1600\/323505_15.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"590\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ELife \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Charlotte Bronte\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ELIFE, believe, is not a dream\u003Cbr\u003ESo dark as sages say;\u003Cbr\u003EOft a little morning rain\u003Cbr\u003EForetells a pleasant day. \u003Cbr\u003ESometimes there are clouds of gloom,\u003Cbr\u003EBut these are transient all;\u003Cbr\u003EIf the shower will make the roses bloom,\u003Cbr\u003EO why lament its fall ? \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=linen\u003ERapidly, merrily,\u003Cbr\u003ELife's sunny hours flit by,\u003Cbr\u003EGratefully, cheerily,\u003Cbr\u003EEnjoy them as they fly ! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EWhat though Death at times steps in\u003Cbr\u003EAnd calls our Best away ?\u003Cbr\u003EWhat though sorrow seems to win,\u003Cbr\u003EO'er hope, a heavy sway ?\u003Cbr\u003EYet hope again elastic springs,\u003Cbr\u003EUnconquered, though she fell;\u003Cbr\u003EStill buoyant are her golden wings,\u003Cbr\u003EStill strong to bear us well.\u003Cbr\u003EManfully, fearlessly,\u003Cbr\u003EThe day of trial bear,\u003Cbr\u003EFor gloriously, victoriously,\u003Cbr\u003ECan courage quell despair !\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cswzv48.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='  http:\/\/images.betterphoto.com\/0014\/0308012020161staceymason1.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"600\"width=\"450\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=oldlace\u003ETo laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Ralph Waldo Emerson\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EAt any given moment, life is completely senseless. But viewed over  a period, it seems to reveal itself as an organism existing in  time, having a purpose, trending in a certain direction.\u003Cbr\u003E\t\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Aldous Huxley\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003ETwenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the  things you didn't do than the ones you did. So throw off  the bow lines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the  trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Live.\u003Cbr\u003E\t\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMark Twain\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cswzv48.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/data.imagup.com\/9\/1119968776.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge sandybrown\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=sandybrown\u003ELook to this day\u003Cbr\u003Efor it is life\u003Cbr\u003Ethe very life of life.\u003Cbr\u003E  In its brief course lie all\u003Cbr\u003Ethe realities and truths of existence\u003Cbr\u003Ethe joy of growth\u003Cbr\u003Ethe splendor of action\u003Cbr\u003Ethe glory of power.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  For yesterday is but a memory\u003Cbr\u003EAnd tomorrow is only a vision.\u003Cbr\u003EBut today well lived\u003Cbr\u003Emakes every yesterday a memory\u003Cbr\u003Eof happiness\u003Cbr\u003Eand every tomorrow a vision of hope.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Look well, therefore, to this day....\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003Eancient Sanskrit poem "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7487202686723240267\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/motivational-hope-and-life-poems-and.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7487202686723240267"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7487202686723240267"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/motivational-hope-and-life-poems-and.html","title":"Motivational hope and life poems and quotes:The thing is by Ellen Bass\/Hope by Joseph Addison\/Life by Charlotte Bronte\/To look to this day(Ancient sanskrit poem\/Life quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson,Mark Twain,Aldous Huxely "}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/eclBEBSFN88\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7184329266985413985"},"published":{"$t":"2012-10-05T05:36:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:36.836-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Childhood  poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational stories"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Pablo Neruda poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Childhood and Poetry by Pablo Neruda"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/marciokenobi.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/03\/friends.jpg?w=645\u0026h=645'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"610\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EChildhood and Poetry\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=white\u003EPablo Neruda\u003Cbr\u003E  From \"The Book of Virtues\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=papayawhip\u003EOne time, investigating in the backyard of our house in Temuco the tiny objects and minuscule beings of my world, I came upon a hole in one of the boards of the fence. I looked through the hole and saw a landscape like that behind our house, uncared for, and wild. I moved back a few steps, because I sensed vaguely that something was about to happen. All of a sudden a hand appeared, a tiny hand of a boy about my own age. By the time I came close again, the hand was gone, and in its place there was a marvelous white sheep.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The sheep's wool was faded. Its wheels had escaped. All of this only made it more authentic. I had never seen such a wonderful sheep. I looked back through the hole but the boy had disappeared. I went into the house and brought out a treasure of my own: a pinecone, opened, full of odor and resin, which I adored. I set it down in the same spot and went off with the sheep.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I never saw either the hand or the boy again. And I have never again seen a sheep like that either. The toy I lost finally in a fire. But even now, in 1954, almost fifty years old, whenever I pass a toy shop, I look furtively into the window, but it's no use. They don't make sheep like that anymore.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses, that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E That exchange brought home to me for the first time a precious idea: that all of humanity is somehow together. That experience came to me again much later; this time it stood out strikingly against a background of trouble and persecution.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E It won't surprise you then that I attempted to give something resiny, earthlike, and fragrant in exchange for human brotherhood. Just as I once left the pinecone by the fence, I have since left my words on the door of so many people who were unknown to me, people in prison, or hunted, or alone.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E That is the great lesson I learned in my childhood, in the backyard of a lonely house. Maybe it was nothing but a game two boys played who didn't know each other and wanted to pass to the other some good things of life. Yet maybe this small and mysterious exchange of gifts remained inside me also, deep and indestructible, giving my poetry light.  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I understood that if all the lowly flowers wished to be roses, nature would no longer be enamelled with lovely hues. And so it is in the world of souls, Our lord's living garden.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Thérèse de Lisieux"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/637121206034074993\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/therese-de-lisieux-quote-on-world-of.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/637121206034074993"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/637121206034074993"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/therese-de-lisieux-quote-on-world-of.html","title":"Thérèse de Lisieux quote on the  world of flowers and roses"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-9001178486369874931"},"published":{"$t":"2012-10-02T14:51:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:37.062-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Happiness poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"How to be Happy Though Human by W. Beran Wolfe"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/kykl.ru\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/%D0%BD%D0%B0%D1%81%D0%BB%D0%B0%D0%B6%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EHow to be Happy Though Human\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E W. Beran Wolfe\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EIf we want to know what happiness is we must seek it, not as if it were a part of gold at the end of the rainbow, but among human beings who are living richly and fully the good life. If you observe a really happy man you will find him building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double Dahlias in his garden. He will not be searching for happiness as if it were a collar gold button that has rolled under the cupboard in his bed room. He will have become aware that he is happy in the course of living 24 crowded hours of the day.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E If you live only for yourself you are always an immediate danger of being bored to death with the repetition of your own views and interests. No one has learned the meaning of living until he has surrendered his ego to the service of his fellowmen. If your ambition has the momentum of an express train at full speed, if you can no longer stop your mad rush for glory, power, or intellectual supremacy, try to divert your energies into socially useful channels before it is too late. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E For those who seek the larger happiness and greater effectiveness open to human beings there can be but one philosophy of life, a philosophy of constructive altruism. The truly happy man is always a fighting optimist. Optimism includes not only altruism but also social responsibility, social courage and objectivity. The good life demands a working philosophy as an orientating map of conduct. This is the golden way of life. This is the satisfying life. This is the way to be happy though human."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/9001178486369874931\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/how-to-be-happy-though-human-by-w-beran.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/9001178486369874931"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/9001178486369874931"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/how-to-be-happy-though-human-by-w-beran.html","title":"How to be Happy Though Human by W. Beran Wolfe"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3061560521226268969"},"published":{"$t":"2012-09-29T08:38:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:37.119-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Forgiveness and tolerance  poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Politics and freedom quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"A Plea For Liberty by Robert G Ingersoll"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EEvanthia Reboutsika -We will meet again\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/wEddsJL1tRw?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd01.jxs.cz\/955\/375\/7edc20d10a_51559583_o2.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERobert Green Ingersoll on Liberty\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E(1838-1899)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EI know not what discoveries, what inventions, what thoughts may leap from the brain of the world. I know not what garments  of glory may be woven by the years to come. I cannot dream of the victories to be won upon the fields of thought; but I do  know, that coming from the infinite sea of the future, there will never touch this \"bank and shoal of time\" a richer gift, a rarer  blessing than liberty for man, for woman, and for child.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I would not wish to live in a world where I could not express my honest opinions.  Men who deny to others the right of speech are not fit to live with honest men.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EA man has a right to work with his hands, to plow the earth, to sow the seed, and  that man has a right to reap the harvest. If we have not that right, then all are slaves  except those who take these rights from their fellow-men.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E If you have the right to work  with your hands and to gather the harvest for yourself and your children, have you not  a right to cultivate your brain? Have you not the right to read, to observe, to investigate —  and when you have so read and so investigated, have you not the right to reap that field?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E And what is it to reap that field? It is simply to express what you have ascertained —  simply to give your thoughts to your fellow-men.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EIf there is one subject in this world worthy of being discussed, worthy of being understood,  it is the question of intellectual liberty. Without that, we are simply painted clay; without  that, we are poor, miserable serfs and slaves. For thousands of years people have been trying to force other people to think their way.  Did they succeed? No. Will they succeed? No. Why? Because brute force is not an argument.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Liberty cannot be sacrificed for the sake of anything.Yet some people would destroy the sun to prevent the growth of weeds. Liberty sustains the same relation to all the virtues that the sun does to life.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EStanding in the presence of the Unknown, all have the same right to think, and all are equally interested  in the great questions of origin and destiny. All I claim, all I plead for, is liberty of thought and expression. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThat is all. I do not pretend to tell what is absolutely true, but what I think is true. I do not pretend to tell all the truth. I do not claim that I have floated level with the heights of thought, or that I have descended to the very depths of things.  I simply claim that what ideas I have, I have a right to express; and that any man who denies that right to me is an  intellectual thief and robber. \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EI am a believer in liberty.To give to every other human being every right  that I claim for myself, and I grant to every other human being, not the right — because it is  his right — but instead of granting I declare that it is his right, to attack every doctrine that  I maintain, to answer every argument that I may urge .\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I will not attack your doctrines nor your creeds if they accord liberty to me. If they hold thought to be dangerous - if they aver that doubt is a crime, then I attack them one and all, because they enslave the minds of men.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EThey say to me, do you know more than all the theologians dead? Being a perfectly modest man  I say I think I do. Now we have come to the conclusion that every man has a right to think. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWould God  give a bird wings and make it a crime to fly? Would he give me brains and make it a crime to think?  Any God that would damn one of his children for the expression of his honest thought wouldn't  make a decent thief.  \u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E Most men are followers, and implicitly rely upon the judgment of others. They mistake solemnity  for wisdom, and regard a grave countenance as the title page and Preface to a most learned volume. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ESo they are easily imposed upon by forms, strange garments, and solemn ceremonies. And when  the teaching of parents, the customs of neighbors, and the general tongue approve and justify a belief  or creed, no matter how absurd, it is hard even for the strongest to hold the citadel of his soul. In each  country, in defence of each religion, the same arguments would be urged.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EWhy should man be afraid to think, and why should he fear to express his thoughts? Is it possible that an infinite Deity is unwilling that a man should investigate the phenomena by which he is surrounded? \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIs it possible that a god delights in threatening and terrifying men? What glory, what honor and renown a god must win  on such a field! The ocean raving at a drop; a star envious of a candle; the sun jealous of a fire-fly.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E You cannot change the conclusion of the brain by torture; nor by social ostracism. But I will tell you what you can do by these, and what you have done. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EYou can make hypocrites by the million. You can make a man say that he has changed his mind; but he remains of the same opinion still. Put fetters all over him; crush his feet in iron boots; stretch him to the last gasp upon the holy rack; burn him, if you please, but his ashes will be of the same opinion still.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EThe greatest men the world has produced have known but little. They had a few facts, mingled with mistakes without number. In some departments they towered above their fellows, while in others they fell below the common level of mankind.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EVolumes might be written upon the follies of great men. A full rounded man — a man of sterling sense and natural logic — is just as rare as a great painter, poet, or sculptor. If you tell your friend that he is not a painter, that he has no genius for poetry, he will probably admit the truth of what you say, without feeling that he has been insulted in the least. But if you tell him that he is not a logician, that he has but little idea of the value of a fact, that he has no real conception of what evidence is, and that he never had an original thought in his life, he will cut your acquaintance.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EI am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. Men are not superior by reason  of the accidents of race or color. They are superior who have the best heart — the best brain.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The superior man is the providence of the inferior. He is eyes for the blind, strength for the weak, and  a shield for the defenseless. He stands erect by bending above the fallen. He rises by lifting others.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The life and death of Christ are worth the example, the moral force,  the heroism of benevolence.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EWhoever has an opinion of his own, and honestly expresses it, will be guilty of heresy and blasphemy.They have not thought and suffered and died in vain.They  have  extend the hospitalities of the brain to a new thought.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E What is real blasphemy?\u003Cbr\u003E Blasphemy is what an old mistake says of\u003Cbr\u003E a newly discovered truth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EBlasphemy is what a withered last year's leaf\u003Cbr\u003E says to a this year's bud.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EBlasphemy is the bulwark of religious prejudice.\u003Cbr\u003EBlasphemy is the breastplate of the heartless.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ENo man can blaspheme a book. No man can commit blasphemy\u003Cbr\u003E by telling his honest thought. No man can blaspheme a God.\u003Cbr\u003E The Infinite cannot be blasphemed.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  To live on the unpaid labor of other men\u003Cbr\u003E that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETo enslave your fellow-man, to put chains \u003Cbr\u003Eupon his body — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETo enslave the minds of men, to put manacles \u003Cbr\u003Eupon the brain,padlocks upon the lips —that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E To deny what you believe to be true, to admit to be true \u003Cbr\u003Ewhat you believe to be a lie — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETo strike the weak and unprotected, in order that you \u003Cbr\u003Emay gain the applause of the ignorant and superstitious \u003Cbr\u003Emob — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E To persecute the intelligent few, at the command of\u003Cbr\u003E the ignorant many — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETo forge chains, to build dungeons, for your honest\u003Cbr\u003E fellow-men — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003ETo violate your conscience — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThe jury that gives an unjust verdict, and the judge\u003Cbr\u003E who pronounces an unjust sentence, are blasphemers.\u003Cbr\u003EThe man who bows to public opinion against his better\u003Cbr\u003E judgment and against his honest conviction, is a blasphemer.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003E And now the question arises, what is worship? Who is a worshiper? \u003Cbr\u003EGood, honest, faithful work, is worship. The man who ploughs the fields and fells the forests; the man who works in mines, the man who battles with the winds and waves out on the wide sea, controlling the commerce of the world; these men are worshipers. The man who goes into the forest, leading his wife by the hand, who builds him a cabin, who makes a home in the wilderness, who helps to people and civilize and cultivate a continent, is a worshiper.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Whoever increases the sum of human joy, is a worshiper. He who adds to the sum of human misery, is a blasphemer.\u003Cbr\u003E    \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ENo statute can ever convince me, that there is any infinite Being in this universe who hates an honest man. It is impossible to satisfy me that there is any God, or can be any God, who holds in abhorrence a soul that has the courage to express his thought. Neither can the whole world convince me that any man should be punished, either in this world or in the next, for being candid with his fellow-men.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E If you send men to the penitentiary for speaking their thoughts, for endeavoring to enlighten their fellows, then the penitentiary will become a place of honor, and the victim will step from it — not stained, not disgraced, but clad in robes of glory.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003ELet us take one more step.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EWhat is holy, what is sacred? I reply that human happiness is holy, human rights are holy. The body and soul of man — these are sacred. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E What we want is the truth, and does any one suppose that all of the truth is confined in one book — that the mysteries of the whole world are explained by one volume? All that is — all that conveys information to man — all that has been produced by the past — all that now exists — should be considered by an intelligent man. All the known truths of this world — all the philosophy, all the poems, all the pictures, all the statues, all the entrancing music — the prattle of babes, the lullaby of mothers, the words of honest men, the trumpet calls to duty — all these make up the bible of the world — everything that is noble and true and free, you will find in this great book.                                             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A mind that is not uneasy irritates and bores me.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003ESuffering! We owe to it all that is good in us, all that gives  value to life; we owe to it pity, we owe to it courage, we owe  to it all the virtues.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003EThe average man does not know what to do with this life,  yet wants another one which will last forever.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EThe poor have to labour in the face of the majestic equality  of the law, which forbids the rich as well as the poor to  sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003EYou learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run  by running, to work by working; in just the same way, you  learn to love by loving.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003ETo accomplish great things we must not only act, but also dream;  not only plan, but also believe.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003EWandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed  between man and the universe.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EI prefer the errors of enthusiasm to the indifference of wisdom. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003EIt is the certainty that they possess the truth that makes men cruel."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8394995862994607373\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/wisdom-quotes-by-anatole-france.html#comment-form","title":"0 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quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Spiritual and life reflective inspirational poems:Listen Deeply poem,Falling Down poem by Nanna Aida Svendsen\/Sweet Darkness by David Whyte,The Journey by PMary Oliver "},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont sizz=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EIgor Krutoy - You are in my september\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/5BZoCml2SMY?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/marciokenobi.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/04\/were-not-gonna-fall.jpg?w=645\u0026h=645'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cyan\"height=\"610\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EListen Deeply\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ENanna Aida Svendsen\u003Cbr\u003EFrom Of Water Lilies and Warm Hearts\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EListen deeply\u003Cbr\u003Eto the soft voice\u003Cbr\u003Eof your soul.\u003Cbr\u003EIt knows who\u003Cbr\u003Eyou are.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2c12kiu.giflo.gifki.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EEven when lonely\u003Cbr\u003Ehow intimately\u003Cbr\u003Eyou belong.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIts wisdom resounds\u003Cbr\u003Ebeneath the nagging\u003Cbr\u003Eof your shame, guilt and fear.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2c12kiu.giflo.gifki.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThe tender presence\u003Cbr\u003Eof your core brings solace\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen needed.\u003Cbr\u003EA sense of rightness\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen remembered.\u003Cbr\u003ECommunion when close.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2c12kiu.giflo.gifki.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe sound\u003Cbr\u003Eof your original voice\u003Cbr\u003Ecalls you to essence\u003Cbr\u003Eover and over again,\u003Cbr\u003Esometimes with such\u003Cbr\u003Evital vulnerability\u003Cbr\u003Eyou would weep.\u003Cbr\u003ESometimes with such\u003Cbr\u003Efiery ferocity you would cry.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Sometimes with such softness\u003Cbr\u003Eit calls for your surrender.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2c12kiu.giflo.gifki.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYes,\u003Cbr\u003Elisten deeply\u003Cbr\u003Eto the gifted grace\u003Cbr\u003Eof your soul.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd in the listening\u003Cbr\u003Emay the beauty\u003Cbr\u003Eof your life\u003Cbr\u003Ebe revealed.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/8478968-md.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge dark\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ESweet Darkness\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EDavid Whyte\u003Cbr\u003E (House of Belonging)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EWhen your eyes are tired\u003Cbr\u003Ethe world is tired also.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen your vision has gone... \u003Cbr\u003Eno part of the world can find you.\u003Cbr\u003ETime to go into the dark\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere the night has eyes\u003Cbr\u003Eto recognize its own.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThere you can be sure\u003Cbr\u003Eyou are not beyond love.\u003Cbr\u003EThe dark will be your womb tonight.\u003Cbr\u003EThe night will give you a horizon\u003Cbr\u003Efurther than you can see.\u003Cbr\u003EYou must learn one thing:\u003Cbr\u003Ethe world was made to be free in.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EGive up all the other worlds\u003Cbr\u003Eexcept the one to which you belong.\u003Cbr\u003ESometimes it takes darkness and the sweet\u003Cbr\u003Econfinement of your aloneness to learn\u003Cbr\u003Eanything or anyone that does not bring you alive\u003Cbr\u003Eis too small for you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.artleo.com\/pic\/201203\/960x800\/artleo.com-20226.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkorange\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EFalling Down \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Nanna Aida Svendsen\u003Cbr\u003EFrom ‘Of Water Lilies and Warm Hearts’ \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EWe try so hard\u003Cbr\u003ETo stay up\u003Cbr\u003ETo keep from falling down\u003Cbr\u003EYet there is a falling\u003Cbr\u003EInto ourselves,\u003Cbr\u003EThat is of the essence.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EThere is a tumbling\u003Cbr\u003EInto the heart\u003Cbr\u003EThat means we must open\u003Cbr\u003ETo our beauty and our pain.\u003Cbr\u003EWithout a willingness\u003Cbr\u003ETo surrender\u003Cbr\u003ETo a flow of feelings\u003Cbr\u003EReceive them with compassion\u003Cbr\u003EWe may never come to know\u003Cbr\u003EThat sweet sense\u003Cbr\u003EOf oneness with ourselves.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EThat simple bliss\u003Cbr\u003EIn being\u003Cbr\u003EBeneath all our distress.\u003Cbr\u003EWithout a willingness\u003Cbr\u003ETo surrender\u003Cbr\u003EAnd turn attention\u003Cbr\u003ETo the quiet\u003Cbr\u003EThat underlies the turmoil\u003Cbr\u003EOf the mind\u003Cbr\u003EWe may never come know\u003Cbr\u003EThat sweet sense\u003Cbr\u003Eof oneness\u003Cbr\u003EWith existence.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EThat sweet sense\u003Cbr\u003Eof love and trust and flow.\u003Cbr\u003EWe try so hard to stay up\u003Cbr\u003EYet there is a falling down,\u003Cbr\u003EThat is of the essence.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-Sn0zVMFv1pU\/TbAeZlI7IHI\/AAAAAAAAAIs\/DtY3mtDNUQw\/s1600\/Lilith.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"530\"width=\"510\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Journey\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EMary Oliver\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EOne day you finally knew \u003Cbr\u003Ewhat you had to do, and began, \u003Cbr\u003Ethough the voices around you \u003Cbr\u003Ekept shouting \u003Cbr\u003Etheir bad advice-\u003Cbr\u003Ethough the whole house \u003Cbr\u003Ebegan to tremble \u003Cbr\u003Eand you felt the old tug \u003Cbr\u003Eat your ankles. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E\"Mend my life!\" \u003Cbr\u003Eeach voice cried. \u003Cbr\u003EBut you didn't stop. \u003Cbr\u003EYou knew what you had to do, \u003Cbr\u003Ethough the wind pried \u003Cbr\u003Ewith its stiff fingers \u003Cbr\u003Eat the very foundations,\u003Cbr\u003E though their melancholy was terrible.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EIt was already late \u003Cbr\u003Eenough, and a wild night, \u003Cbr\u003Eand the road full of fallen branches and stones. \u003Cbr\u003Ebut little by little, \u003Cbr\u003Eas you left their voices behind, \u003Cbr\u003Ethe stars began to burn \u003Cbr\u003Ethrough the sheets of clouds, \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003Eand there was a new voice \u003Cbr\u003Ewhich you slowly \u003Cbr\u003Erecognized as your own, \u003Cbr\u003Ethat kept you company \u003Cbr\u003Eas you strode deeper and deeper \u003Cbr\u003Einto the world, \u003Cbr\u003Edetermined to do \u003Cbr\u003Ethe only thing you could do-\u003Cbr\u003Edetermined to save \u003Cbr\u003Ethe only life you could save\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7773381270972445056\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/spiritual-and-life-reflective.html#comment-form","title":"0 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quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Where Dolphins Dance by Hafiz"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/wallpaperskd.com\/wallpapers\/2012\/09\/Dolphins-little-girl-720x1152.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWhere Dolphins Dance\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Hafiz\u003Cbr\u003Eexcerpted from the book \u003Cbr\u003EThe Subject Tonight Is Love\u003Cbr\u003E by Daniel Ladinsky.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003EAgain, the work starts as soon as you open your eyes in the morning. Hopefully you got some good rest last night.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Why go into the city or the fields without first kissing the Friend who always stands at your door? It takes only a second.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Habits are human nature. Why not create some that will mint gold? Your arms are violin bows always moving. I have become very conscious upon whom we all play.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Thus my eyes have filled with warm soft oceans of divine music where jeweled dolphins dance, then leap into this world."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5601324708996898093\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/where-dolphins-dance-by-hafiz.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5601324708996898093"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5601324708996898093"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/where-dolphins-dance-by-hafiz.html","title":"Where Dolphins Dance by Hafiz"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3507121832796546010"},"published":{"$t":"2012-09-18T14:51:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:37.641-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"What Jesus Said by by Robert Bly"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.upislam.com\/images\/20933876776596339064.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWhat Jesus Said\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Robert Bly\u003Cbr\u003EFrom: Eating The Honey of Words. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EThe wind blows where it likes: that is what\u003Cbr\u003EEveryone is like who is born from the wind.\u003Cbr\u003EOh now it’s getting serious. We are the ones\u003Cbr\u003EBorn from the wind that blows along the plains\u003Cbr\u003EAnd over the sea where no one has a home.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd that Upsetting Rabbi, didn’t he say:\u003Cbr\u003E‘Take nothing with you, no blanket, no bread.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen evening comes, sleep wherever you are.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd if the owners say no, shake out the dust\u003Cbr\u003EFrom your sandals; leave the dust on their doorstep.’\u003Cbr\u003EDon’t hope for what will never come. Give up hope,\u003Cbr\u003EDear friends, the joists of life are laid on the winds\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3507121832796546010\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/what-jesus-said-by-by-robert-bly.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3507121832796546010"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3507121832796546010"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/what-jesus-said-by-by-robert-bly.html","title":"What Jesus Said by by Robert 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src='http:\/\/getfile6.posterous.com\/getfile\/files.posterous.com\/temp-2012-05-30\/FmazdCkJsJJwwqmpiHsfjAloxolpDEzxeqrfjCEsCirezDytCvszDoajbIIb\/new-7.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge navajowhite\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMake an island of yourself,\u003Cbr\u003Emake yourself your refuge;\u003Cbr\u003Ethere is no other refuge.\u003Cbr\u003EMake truth your island,\u003Cbr\u003Emake truth your refuge;\u003Cbr\u003Ethere is no other refuge.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBuddha,The Dhammapada\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EConquer the angry man by love.\u003Cbr\u003EConquer the ill-natured man by goodness.\u003Cbr\u003EConquer the miser with generosity.\u003Cbr\u003EConquer the liar with truth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBuddha,The Dhammapada\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EDo not pursue the past.\u003Cbr\u003EDo not lose yourself in the future.\u003Cbr\u003EThe past no longer is.\u003Cbr\u003EThe future has not yet come.\u003Cbr\u003ELooking deeply at life as it is.\u003Cbr\u003EIn the very here and now, the practitioner \u003Cbr\u003Edwells in stability and freedom.\u003Cbr\u003EWe must be diligent today.\u003Cbr\u003ETo wait until tomorrow is too late.\u003Cbr\u003EDeath comes unexpectedly.\u003Cbr\u003EHow can we bargain with it?\u003Cbr\u003EThe sage calls a person who knows how to dwell\u003Cbr\u003E in mindfulness night and day,\u003Cbr\u003E'one who knows the better way to live alone.'\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBuddha,Bhaddekaratta Sutta"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2529306983237893204\/comments\/default","title":"Post 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art"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Things That Never Die by Charles Dickens,inspirational love,humanism,human character and life quotes by D.H. Lawrence,Hermann Hesse,C. JoyBell C.Victor Hugo"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EGIOVANNI MARRADI - Gracefully \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/otBWiHxLb3Y?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-J-6KFU4wbNg\/TrB1ATdY8VI\/AAAAAAAAg2o\/eTt9SrpJWag\/s640\/Nydia+Lozano+-+%252835%2529.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENydia Lozano Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EI believe a man is born first unto himself - for the happy  developing of himself, while the world is a nursery,  and the pretty things are to be snatched for, and pleasant  things tasted; some people seem to exist thus right  to the end. But most are born again on entering manhood;  then they are born to humanity, to a consciousness  of all the laughing, and the never-ceasing murmur of pain  and sorrow that comes from the terrible multitudes  of brothers.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ED.H. Lawrence\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.ak.crunchyroll.com\/i\/spire4\/23a373c87365be561c62b86047a4e3ba1237113702_full.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge dodgerblue\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003ETo hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile  without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate  for the shortage of love in the world with more love in  small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show  greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable  from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.  \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EHermann Hesse  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/934\/76934011_46462883_tinnad_16.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EEvery man is more than just himself; he also represents  the unique, the very special and always significant and  remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect,  only once in this way, and never again. That is why every  man's story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why  every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of  nature, is wondrous, and worthy of consideration.  In each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each  man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemer is  nailed to the cross.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Hermann Hesse, Demian  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/934\/76934011_46462883_tinnad_16.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWe are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land.  It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to  recognize each other, to learn to see the other and  honor him for what he is: each the other's opposite  and complement.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-UiBikGUiz_o\/TrB1gblE80I\/AAAAAAAAg4w\/MHuYa9hGzH4\/s1600\/Nydia+Lozano+-+%252852%2529.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightsalmon\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003ENydia Lozano Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EThe person in life that you will always be with the most,  is yourself. Because even when you are with others, you  are still with yourself, too! When you wake up in the  morning, you are with yourself, laying in bed at night  you are with yourself, walking down the street in  the sunlight you are with yourself.What kind of person  do you want to walk down the street with? What kind  of person do you want to wake up in the morning with?  What kind of person do you want to see at the end of  the day before you fall asleep? Because that person  is yourself, and it's your responsibility to be that  person you want to be with. I know I want to spend  my life with a person who knows how to let things go,  who's not full of hate, who's able to smile and be  carefree. So that's who I have to be.” \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EC. JoyBell C.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/934\/76934011_46462883_tinnad_16.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ECan human nature be so entirely transformed inside and out?  Can man, created by God, be made wicked by man? Can a soul  be so completely changed by its destiny, and turn evil  when its fate is evil? Can the heart become distorted,  contract incurable deformities and incurable infirmities,  under the pressure of disproportionate grief, like  the spinal column under a low ceiling? Is there not in  every human soul a primitive spark, a divine element,  incorruptible in this world and immortal in the next,  which can be developed by goodness, kindled, lit up, and  made to radiate, and which evil can never entirely extinguish.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003EVictor Hugo, Les Misérables    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='https:\/\/fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net\/hphotos-ak-ash4\/305144_199564466841675_65825619_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThings That Never Die \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ECharles Dickens (1812-1870) \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EThe pure, the bright, the beautiful \u003Cbr\u003Ethat stirred our hearts in youth, \u003Cbr\u003EThe impulses to wordless prayer, \u003Cbr\u003EThe streams of love and truth, \u003Cbr\u003EThe longing after something lost, \u003Cbr\u003EThe spirit's longing cry, \u003Cbr\u003EThe striving after better hopes- \u003Cbr\u003EThese things can never die. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/934\/76934011_46462883_tinnad_16.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=gold\u003EThe timid hand stretched forth to aid \u003Cbr\u003EA brother in his need; \u003Cbr\u003EA kindly word in grief's dark hour \u003Cbr\u003EThat proves a friend indeed; \u003Cbr\u003EThe plea for mercy softly breathed, \u003Cbr\u003EWhen justice threatens high, \u003Cbr\u003EThe sorrow of a contrite heart- \u003Cbr\u003EThese things shall never die. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/934\/76934011_46462883_tinnad_16.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003ELet nothing pass, for every hand \u003Cbr\u003EMust find some work to do, \u003Cbr\u003ELose not a chance to waken love-\u003Cbr\u003E  Be firm and just and true. \u003Cbr\u003ESo shall a light that cannot fade \u003Cbr\u003EBeam on thee from on high, \u003Cbr\u003EAnd angel voices say to thee- \u003Cbr\u003E\"These things shall never die.\" \u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7771296679038595742\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/things-that-never-die-by-charles.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7771296679038595742"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7771296679038595742"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/things-that-never-die-by-charles.html","title":"Things That Never Die by Charles Dickens,inspirational love,humanism,human character and life quotes by D.H. 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JoyBell C.Victor Hugo"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/otBWiHxLb3Y\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6677060670693351423"},"published":{"$t":"2012-09-11T05:17:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:38.060-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational prayers"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"A Prayer For Growing Old Gracefully by UNknown\/Buddha's Discourse on Good Will\/\/The Merton Prayer\/Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EVangelis-Missing\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/B7qOvF5ARNE?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=pinK\u003ECertain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when,  whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EVictor Hugo\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s4.images.drive2.ru\/user.blog.photos\/x6\/0400\/000\/000\/212\/696\/88ce6729e36bedbb-large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"650\"width=\"490\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EGabriel Picart Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EA Prayer For Growing Old Gracefully \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EUnknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ELord, Thou knowest better than I myself that \u003Cbr\u003EI am growing older and will someday be old. \u003Cbr\u003EKeep me from the fatal habit of thinking \u003Cbr\u003EI must say something on every subject and on \u003Cbr\u003Eevery occasion.Release me from craving to \u003Cbr\u003Estraighten out everybody's affairs. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EMake me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but\u003Cbr\u003E not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it\u003Cbr\u003E seems a pity not to use it all; but Thou \u003Cbr\u003Eknowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at \u003Cbr\u003Ethe end. Keep my mind free from the recital \u003Cbr\u003Eof endless details; give me wings to get to\u003Cbr\u003E the point.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ESeal my lips on my aches and pains; they are\u003Cbr\u003E increasing, and love of rehearsing them is\u003Cbr\u003E becoming sweeter as the years go by.I dare\u003Cbr\u003E not ask for improved memory, but for a growing\u003Cbr\u003E humility and a lessening cock-sureness when\u003Cbr\u003E my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003ETeach me the glorious lesson that occasionally \u003Cbr\u003EI may be mistaken.Keep me reasonably sweet, \u003Cbr\u003Efor a sour old person is one of the crowning \u003Cbr\u003Eworks of the devil. Give me the ability to \u003Cbr\u003Esee good things in unexpected places and talents\u003Cbr\u003E in unexpected people; and give, O Lord, \u003Cbr\u003Ethe grace to tell them so.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.horolezec.cz\/images\/galery\/gal_66\/cechy2\/velke\/ruzak_slun.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"730\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ESutta Nipata\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBuddha's Discourse on Good Will\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EMay all beings be filled with joy and peace.\u003Cbr\u003EMay all beings everywhere,\u003Cbr\u003EThe strong and the weak,\u003Cbr\u003EThe great and the small,\u003Cbr\u003EThe mean and the powerful,\u003Cbr\u003EThe short and the long,\u003Cbr\u003Ethe subtle and the gross:\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EMay all beings everywhere,\u003Cbr\u003ESeen and unseen,\u003Cbr\u003EDwelling far off or nearby,\u003Cbr\u003EBeing or waiting to become:\u003Cbr\u003EMay all be filled with lasting joy.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003ELet no one deceive another,\u003Cbr\u003ELet no one anywhere despise another,\u003Cbr\u003ELet no one out of anger or resentment\u003Cbr\u003EWish suffering on anyone at all.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EJust as a mother with her own life\u003Cbr\u003EProtects her child, her only child, from harm,\u003Cbr\u003ESo within yourself let grow\u003Cbr\u003EA boundless love for all creatures.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003ELet your love flow outward through the universe,\u003Cbr\u003ETo its height, its depth, its broad extent,\u003Cbr\u003EA limitless love, without hatred or enmity.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EThen as you stand or walk,\u003Cbr\u003ESit or lie down,\u003Cbr\u003EAs long as you are awake,\u003Cbr\u003EStrive for this with a one-pointed mind;\u003Cbr\u003EYour life will bring heaven to earth.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.horolezec.cz\/images\/galery\/gal_66\/cechy2\/velke\/voder_mlha.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Merton Prayer\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Merton, \"Thoughts in Solitude\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EMY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going. \u003Cbr\u003EI do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot\u003Cbr\u003E know for certain where it will end. Nor do \u003Cbr\u003EI really know myself, and the fact that I think\u003Cbr\u003E I am following your will does not mean that \u003Cbr\u003EI am actually doing so. But I believe that\u003Cbr\u003E the desire to please you does in fact please you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003EAnd I hope I have that desire in all that I am \u003Cbr\u003Edoing. I hope that I will never do anything apart\u003Cbr\u003E from that desire. And I know that if I do this\u003Cbr\u003E you will lead me by the right road, though I may\u003Cbr\u003E know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust \u003Cbr\u003Eyou always though I may seem to be lost and in\u003Cbr\u003E the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you \u003Cbr\u003Eare ever with me, and you will never leave me\u003Cbr\u003E to face my perils alone.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/a.pix.ge\/m\/trmj4.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EPrayer of Saint Francis of Assisi\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003ELord, make me an instrument of your peace.\u003Cbr\u003EWhere there is hatred, let me sow love;\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere there is injury,pardon;\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere there is doubt, faith;\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere there is despair, hope;\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere there is darkness, light;\u003Cbr\u003Eand where there is sadness, joy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek\u003Cbr\u003Eto be consoled as to console;\u003Cbr\u003Eto be understood as to understand;\u003Cbr\u003Eto be loved as to love.\u003Cbr\u003EFor it is in giving that we receive;\u003Cbr\u003Eit is in pardoning that we are pardoned;\u003Cbr\u003Eand it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. \u003Cbr\u003E     "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6677060670693351423\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/a-prayer-for-growing-old-gracefully-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6677060670693351423"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6677060670693351423"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/a-prayer-for-growing-old-gracefully-by.html","title":"A Prayer For Growing Old Gracefully by UNknown\/Buddha\u0026#39;s Discourse on Good Will\/\/The Merton Prayer\/Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/B7qOvF5ARNE\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1046237538046053499"},"published":{"$t":"2012-09-10T10:34:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:38.171-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Politics and freedom quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Quotes about Despotism "},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_Cz7KMKqziYk\/TJIy7mXR6NI\/AAAAAAAAGeE\/aEudix3icPU\/s640\/500x_500x_robertbejaranoray.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"640\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EEvery device employed to bolster individual freedom must have as its chief purpose the impairment of the absoluteness of power. The indications are that such an impairment is brought about not by strengthening the individual and pitting him against the possessors of power, but by distributing and diversifying power and pitting one category or unit of power against the other. Where power is one, the defeated individual, however strong and resourceful, can have no refuge and no recourse.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EEric Hoffer\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EAbsolute power turns its possessors not into a God but an anti-God.  For God turned clay into men, while the absolute despot turns men into clay.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EEric Hoffer \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EThe people have always some champion whom they set over them and nurse into greatness… This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs, when he first appears he is a protector.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EPlato"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1046237538046053499\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/quotes-about-despotism.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1046237538046053499"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1046237538046053499"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/quotes-about-despotism.html","title":"Quotes about Despotism "}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_Cz7KMKqziYk\/TJIy7mXR6NI\/AAAAAAAAGeE\/aEudix3icPU\/s72-c\/500x_500x_robertbejaranoray.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-2704445463332247319"},"published":{"$t":"2012-09-03T08:39:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:38.566-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Spiritual quotes by Sharon Jaynes ; C. S. Lewis"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-dM2Qd9PHYQg\/TuX67985RnI\/AAAAAAAAKLM\/k7TTOaZCk6Y\/s1600\/1836f65ef9ba3af216b376a0d75265ba.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge hotpink\"height=\"450\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EToday, look for the moments. The writing in the sky.\u003Cbr\u003E The breeze upon your cheek.  \u003Cbr\u003E The flower pushing its way through concrete. \u003Cbr\u003EExpect the unexpected.\u003Cbr\u003E Let yourself   be romanced by a sudden glory moment\u003Cbr\u003E from God.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ESharon Jaynes \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-S_lFNSinIdg\/TuX7m9WtQaI\/AAAAAAAAKQE\/HmBykwwNI5Q\/s1600\/i__ll_find_you_one_day___by_lpdragonfly-d3elf3p.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge hotpink\"height=\"570\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDon’t bother much about your feelings. When they are \u003Cbr\u003Ehumble, loving, brave, give thanks for them; when they\u003Cbr\u003E are conceited, selfish, cowardly, ask to have them altered. \u003Cbr\u003E   In neither case are they you, but only a thing that \u003Cbr\u003Ehappens to you. What matters is your intentions and your\u003Cbr\u003E behaviour.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfontcolor=red\u003E C. S. Lewis\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2704445463332247319\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/spiritual-quotes-by-sharon-jaynes-c-s.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2704445463332247319"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2704445463332247319"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/spiritual-quotes-by-sharon-jaynes-c-s.html","title":"Spiritual quotes by Sharon Jaynes ; C. S. Lewis"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-dM2Qd9PHYQg\/TuX67985RnI\/AAAAAAAAKLM\/k7TTOaZCk6Y\/s72-c\/1836f65ef9ba3af216b376a0d75265ba.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1719092826441303898"},"published":{"$t":"2012-09-01T04:57:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:38.623-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Friendship quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"How to Win Friends \u0026 Influence People by Dale Carnegie."},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EExcerpts from \"How to Win Friends \u0026 Influence People\" (1936)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E  Dale Carnegie.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EFREDERIC DELARUE - Beauty of forgiveness\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/huRymi4v6Bk?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/boudicabpi.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/08\/whatif.jpg?w=640'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge burlywood\"height=\"500\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EWhen dealing with people, let us remember we are not dealing  with creatures of logic. We are dealing with creatures of emotion,  creatures bristling with prejudices and motivated by pride and vanity. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EThere is one all-important law of human conduct. If we obey\u003Cbr\u003E that law, we shall almost never get into trouble. \u003Cbr\u003EIn fact, that law, if obeyed, will bring us countless friends \u003Cbr\u003Eand constant happiness.But the very instant we break the law,\u003Cbr\u003E we shall get into endless trouble. \u003Cbr\u003EThe law is this: Always make the other person feel important. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EThe unvarnished truth is that almost all the people you meet feel\u003Cbr\u003E themselves superior to you in some way, and a sure way to their\u003Cbr\u003E hearts is to let them realize in some subtle way that you \u003Cbr\u003Erecognize their importance, and recognize it sincerely.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Three-fourths of the people you will ever meet are hungering and\u003Cbr\u003E thirsting for sympathy. Give it to them, and they will love you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003E The deepest principle in human nature is the craving to be\u003Cbr\u003E appreciated and loved.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The difference between appreciation and flattery? \u003Cbr\u003EThat is simple.\u003Cbr\u003E One is sincere and the other insincere. One comes from\u003Cbr\u003E the heart out; the other from the teeth out. One is \u003Cbr\u003Eunselfish; the other selfish.\u003Cbr\u003E One is universally admired; the other universally condemned.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EYou can make more friends in two months by becoming \u003Cbr\u003Einterested in other people than you can in two years\u003Cbr\u003E by trying to get other people interested in you. \u003Cbr\u003EIf we want to make friends, let's put ourselves out\u003Cbr\u003E to do things for other people - things that require time,\u003Cbr\u003E energy, unselfishness and thoughtfulness.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EWhenever Roosevelt expected a visitor, he sat up late the night\u003Cbr\u003E before, reading up on the subject in which he knew his guest\u003Cbr\u003E was particularly interested. For Roosevelt knew, as all \u003Cbr\u003Eleaders know, that the royal road to a person's heart is \u003Cbr\u003Eto talk about the things he or she treasures most.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EWouldn't you like to have a magic phrase that would stop \u003Cbr\u003Earguments, eliminate ill feeling,create good will, and make\u003Cbr\u003E the other person listen attentively? Yes? All right. \u003Cbr\u003EHere it is:\u003Cbr\u003E \"I don't blame you one iota for feeling as you do. If I were you\u003Cbr\u003E I would undoubtedly feel just as you do.\" \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EYou can tell people they are wrong by a look or an intonation or \u003Cbr\u003Ea gesture just as eloquently as you can in words - and if you tell\u003Cbr\u003E them they are wrong, do you make them want to agree with you? \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ENever! For you have struck a direct blow at their intelligence,\u003Cbr\u003E judgment, pride and self-respect. That will make them want to\u003Cbr\u003E strike back. But it will never make them want\u003Cbr\u003E to change their minds.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E You may then hurl at them all the logic of a Plato \u003Cbr\u003Eor an Immanuel Kant,but you will not alter their opinions,\u003Cbr\u003E for you have hurt their feelings.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ECall attention to people's mistakes indirectly.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen we are wrong, we may admit it to ourselves. \u003Cbr\u003EAnd if we are handled gently and tactfully, we may\u003Cbr\u003E  admit it to others and even take pride in our \u003Cbr\u003Efrankness and broad-mindedness. But not if someone\u003Cbr\u003E else is trying to ram the unpalatable fact down \u003Cbr\u003Eour esophagus.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E If you argue and rankle and contradict, you may achieve\u003Cbr\u003E a victory sometimes; but it will be an empty victory \u003Cbr\u003Ebecause you will never get your opponent's good will.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EIf you disagree with them you may be tempted to interrupt.\u003Cbr\u003E But don't. It is dangerous. They won't pay attention to you while\u003Cbr\u003E they still have a lot of ideas of their own crying for expression.\u003Cbr\u003E So listen patiently and with an open mind. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EYou will never get into trouble by admitting that you may\u003Cbr\u003E be wrong. That will stop all argument and inspire your \u003Cbr\u003Eopponent to be just as fair and open and broad-minded as \u003Cbr\u003Eyou are. It will make him want to admit that he, too, may be \u003Cbr\u003Ewrong.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EThere is a reason why the other man thinks and acts as he does.\u003Cbr\u003E Ferret out that reason - and you have the key to his actions, \u003Cbr\u003Eperhaps to his personality. Try honestly to put yourself in his place.\u003Cbr\u003E Listen first. Give your opponents a chance to talk. Let them \u003Cbr\u003Efinish. Do not resist, defend or debate. This only raises \u003Cbr\u003Ebarriers. Try to build bridges of understanding.\u003Cbr\u003EAny fool can criticize, condemn and complain . But it takes\u003Cbr\u003E character and self-control to be understanding and forgiving.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The world is full of people who are grabbing and self-seeking.\u003Cbr\u003E So the rare individual who unselfishly tries to serve others\u003Cbr\u003E has an enormous advantage. He has little competition.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EDo you know someone you would like to change and regulate \u003Cbr\u003Eand improve? Good! That is fine. I am all in favor of it, \u003Cbr\u003EBut why not begin on yourself?\u003Cbr\u003E From a purely selfish standpoint, that is a lot more \u003Cbr\u003Eprofitable than trying to improve others - yes, and a lot less dangerous.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003ELetting one save face!How important,how vitally important that is!\u003Cbr\u003EAnd how few of us ever stop to think of it! We ride roughshod \u003Cbr\u003Eover the feelings of others, getting our own way, finding fault,\u003Cbr\u003E issuing threats, criticizing a child or an employee in front \u003Cbr\u003Eof others,without even considering the hurt to the other person's\u003Cbr\u003E pride. Whereas a few minutes' thought, a considerate word or \u003Cbr\u003Etwo, a genuine understanding of the other person's attitude,\u003Cbr\u003E  would go so far toward alleviating the sting!\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ELet us praise even the slightest improvement. That inspires \u003Cbr\u003Ethe other person to keep on improving.\u003Cbr\u003EIt is always easier to listen to unpleasant things after we\u003Cbr\u003E have heard some praise of our good points.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pic1.bbzhi.com\/sheyingbizhi\/aiyuchunzhen-keaiyingerertongsheyingbizhi\/photograph_innocence_baby_photography_9680_8.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge forestgreen\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EThe expression one wears on one’s face is far more important \u003Cbr\u003Ethan the clothes one wears on one’s back.\u003Cbr\u003EA smile says, “I like you. You make me happy. I am glad to see you.”\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EThere is only one way under high heaven to get anybody to do\u003Cbr\u003E anything.Did you ever stop to think of that? Yes, just one \u003Cbr\u003Eway. And that is by making the other person want to do it.\u003Cbr\u003ELet the other person feel that the idea is his or hers.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E No one likes to feel that he or she is being sold some-thing\u003Cbr\u003E or told to do a thing. We much prefer to feel that we are \u003Cbr\u003Ebuying of our own accord or acting on our own ideas.\u003Cbr\u003E We like to be consulted about our wishes, our wants, our\u003Cbr\u003E thoughts.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/foto\/b\/3\/apps\/0\/897\/897072_dawn24x18-1_1.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge navajowhite\"height=\"650\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EWhenever you go out of doors, draw the chin in, carry the crown \u003Cbr\u003Eof the head high, fill the lungs to the utmost; drink in\u003Cbr\u003E the sunshine;greet your friends with a smile, put soul into \u003Cbr\u003Eevery handclasp.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EDo not fear being misunderstood; do not waste a minute\u003Cbr\u003E thinking about your enemies. Try to fix firmly in your\u003Cbr\u003E  mind what you would like to do;then without veering off \u003Cbr\u003Edirection, you will move straight to the goal.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EKeep your mind on the great; splendid things you would like\u003Cbr\u003E to do, then,as the days go gliding by, you will find yourself\u003Cbr\u003E  unconsciously seizing upon the opportunities that are required \u003Cbr\u003Efor the fulfillment of your desire, just as the coral insect \u003Cbr\u003Etakes from the running tide the element it needs.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=moccasin\u003EPicture in your mind the able, earnest, useful person you desire\u003Cbr\u003E to be,the thought you hold is hourly transforming you into \u003CbW\u003Ethe particular individual… Thought is supreme.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EPreserve a right mental attitude — the attitude of courage,\u003Cbr\u003E frankness,good cheer.\u003Cbr\u003ETo think right is to create."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1719092826441303898\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/how-to-win-friends-influence-people-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1719092826441303898"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1719092826441303898"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/how-to-win-friends-influence-people-by.html","title":"How to Win Friends \u0026amp; Influence People by Dale Carnegie."}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5143348143802775032"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-31T12:38:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:38.737-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Thoughts in Solitude by Thomas Merton"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i34.tinypic.com\/2rnx9g5.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkorange\"height=\"510\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThoughts in Solitude  by Thomas Merton\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EThe solitary life, being silent, clears away the smoke-screen of words that man has laid down between his mind and things. In solitude we remain face to face with the naked being of things. And yet we find that the nakedness of reality which we have feared, is neither a matter of terror nor for shame. It is clothed in the friendly communion of silence, and this silence is related to love. The world our words have attempted to classify, to control and even to despise (because they could not contain it) comes close to us, for silence teaches us to know reality by respecting it where words have defiled it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E When we have lived long enough alone with the reality around us, our veneration will learn how to bring forth a few good words about it from the silence which is the mother of Truth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Words stand between silence and silence: between the silence of things and the silence of our own being. Between the silence of the world and the silence of God. When we have really met and known the world in silence, words do not separate us from the world nor from other men, nor from God, nor from ourselves because we no longer trust entirely in language to contain reality. 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For innocence admits of neither regret nor dispute. The innocent one assumes all responsibility. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EJean Giraudoux\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EEvery child is a deliberate, passionate creation of God. If you doubt that, just look into their eyes. You will find a gentle little spirit who hungers for life - and for your love. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EGary Holland\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EWhen I approach a child, he inspires in me two sentiments; tenderness for what he is, and respect for what he may become. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003ELouis Pasteur\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EEvery child comes with the message that God is not yet tired of the man. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003ERabindranath Tagore "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1294837974447332564\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/inspiring-child-quotes.html#comment-form","title":"0 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src='http:\/\/fc09.deviantart.net\/fs70\/i\/2011\/004\/c\/3\/he_walks_alone__by_musicalfish-d36er38.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EA Boundless Moment\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ERobert Frost \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EHe halted in the wind, and -- what was that\u003Cbr\u003EFar in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?\u003Cbr\u003EHe stood there bringing March against his thought,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd yet too ready to believe the most.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom,\" I said;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd truly it was fair enough for flowers\u003Cbr\u003Ehad we but in us to assume in march\u003Cbr\u003ESuch white luxuriance of May for ours.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E We stood a moment so in a strange world,\u003Cbr\u003EMyself as one his own pretense deceives;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd then I said the truth (and we moved on).\u003Cbr\u003EA young beech clinging to its last year's leaves. \u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7948287751558952352\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/a-boundless-moment-by-robert-frost.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7948287751558952352"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7948287751558952352"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/a-boundless-moment-by-robert-frost.html","title":"A Boundless Moment by Robert Frost"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-9157521684642632032"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-28T12:40:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:39.024-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"THE GENESIS OF BUTTERFLIES by Victor Hugo"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dl.ziza.ru\/other\/102007\/09\/babochka\/09_babochka_41299.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"460\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ETHE GENESIS OF BUTTERFLIES\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E Victor Hugo\u003Cbr\u003E (1802-1885)\u003Cbr\u003ETranslated by Andrew Lang \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EThe dawn is smiling on the dew that covers\u003Cbr\u003EThe tearful roses; lo, the little lovers\u003Cbr\u003EThat kiss the buds, and all the flutterings\u003Cbr\u003EIn jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings,\u003Cbr\u003EThat go and come, and fly, and peep and hide,\u003Cbr\u003EWith muffled music, murmured far and wide!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EAh, Spring time, when we think of all the lays\u003Cbr\u003EThat dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays,\u003Cbr\u003EOf the fond hearts within a billet bound,\u003Cbr\u003EOf all the soft silk paper that pens wound,\u003Cbr\u003EThe messages of love that mortals write\u003Cbr\u003EFilled with intoxication of delight,\u003Cbr\u003EWritten in April, and before the May time\u003Cbr\u003EShredded and flown, play things for the wind’s play-time,\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWe dream that all white butterflies above,\u003Cbr\u003EWho seek through clouds or waters souls to love,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd leave their lady mistress in despair,\u003Cbr\u003ETo flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair,\u003Cbr\u003EAre but torn love-letters, that through the skies\u003Cbr\u003EFlutter, and float, and change to Butterflies."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/9157521684642632032\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/the-genesis-of-butterflies-by-victor.html#comment-form","title":"0 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art"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Reflexive insightful love quotes by osho,Marcus Aurelius,Gurulugomi,Hazrat Inayat Khan ,Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov,Hafiz"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"            \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EJoshua Bell-O Mio Babbino Caro\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SkvRTp2RCYk?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/insidelife.mondoraro.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/4619011445_5a2133d662_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe subject tonight is Love\u003Cbr\u003EAnd for tomorrow night as well.\u003Cbr\u003EAs a matter of fact,\u003Cbr\u003EI know no better topic\u003Cbr\u003EFor us to discuss\u003Cbr\u003EUntil we all die!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHafiz\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EConstantly remind yourself, \"I am a member of the whole body  of conscious things.\" If you think of yourself as a mere \"part,\"  then love for mankind will not well up in your heart; you will look  for some reward in every act of kindness and miss the boon  which the act itself is offering. Then all your work will be seen  as a mere duty and not as the very porthole connecting you with  the Universe itself. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMarcus Aurelius  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003EIt is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and  persevering courtship.\u003Cbr\u003ELove is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is  created in a moment,it will not be created for years or even generations.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EKahlil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2crosa.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.richardjohnsonart.com\/richardjohnson\/images\/RJohnson-MotherChildI.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightsalmon\"height=\"600\"width=\"415\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightcoral\u003ERichard Johnson Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=sandybrown\u003ETrue love means the fight has disappeared, the two have become one.  Their bodies exist separately but their being has mingled.  The boundaries are lost, there is no division. There is no ‘I’ and no ‘thou’,  no one exists. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EMy message of love is not the message of that love which is the polar  opposite of hate. My message of love is of that love which is capable  of absorbing hate and transforming it.  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=sandybrown\u003EIf you love, love with awareness. If I was going to teach you I would not  tell you whom to love, how to love. That is all nonsense. Love is your  intrinsic quality. You are born with it, just as hate is also there.  I will teach you, be aware. Before anything happens to you — love or hate,  anger, passion, compassion, anything — be aware. Let everything arise  out of your awareness. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003ELove is food: food for the soul. When a child sucks at his  mother’s breast for the first time, he is sucking two things,  not only milk — milk is going into his body and love is going  into his soul. Love is invisible, just as soul is invisible; milk  is visible just as body is visible. If you have eyes to see, you  can see two things together dripping into the child’s being  from the mother’s breast. Milk is just the visible part of love;  love is the invisible part of milk — the warmth, the love,  the compassion, the blessing.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=sandybrown\u003EThe higher you reach, the more unburdened you need to be.  So a miser cannot soar high. A miser cannot soar in love,  or in prayer, or in God. He remains clinging to the earth, he  almost remains rooted in the earth. Trees cannot fly. If you  want to fly, you need to be uprooted. You need to be like  a white cloud, with no roots anywhere — a wanderer.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2crosa.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5403\/milkamilkina.59\/0_630a2_1a1e25df_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge forestgreen\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=greenyellow\u003ELove is like a spring that never stops flowing.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen you arrive at this spring, do not rush to drink from it.\u003Cbr\u003EStop and rest a while, recover from the long road you have  traveled and then catch the water into your hands\u003Cbr\u003Elike in a cup and bring it to your lips, slowly,\u003Cbr\u003Edo not be afraid that the water will ever dry up.\u003Cbr\u003EThe spring of love is inexhaustible.\u003Cbr\u003ESo drink the water of love without haste \u003Cbr\u003Eand with grateful recognition.\u003Cbr\u003EEach of the persons who love you is a spring from  which you draw,\u003Cbr\u003Eso be careful and do not make this spring cloudy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOmraam Mikhael Aivanhov\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2crosa.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4403\/lenivova-elena.c4\/0_68f26_7b6a3b98_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge palegoldenrod\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EAlbert Lynch Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ELOVE\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EGurulugomi\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=bisque\u003EIf you develop love truly great, \u003Cbr\u003Erid of the desire to hold and possess. \u003Cbr\u003EThat strong, clean love untarnished by lust, \u003Cbr\u003Ethat love which does not expect to be repayed,\u003Cbr\u003Ethat love which is firm but not grasping, \u003Cbr\u003Eenduring but not tied down, \u003Cbr\u003Egentle and settled, \u003Cbr\u003Ediamond-hard but unhurting, \u003Cbr\u003Ehelpful but not interfering, \u003Cbr\u003Ecool and refreshing, \u003Cbr\u003Egiving more than taking, \u003Cbr\u003Edignified but not proud, \u003Cbr\u003Esoft but not weak, \u003Cbr\u003Ethat love which leads to Enlightenment, \u003Cbr\u003Ethen you will be washed of all ill-will.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2crosa.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-bDrKq1rE00Q\/Tseq0SFMi5I\/AAAAAAAAB3E\/NQ_E8e-4Z6Q\/s1600\/Maternal+Affection.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge peachpuff\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E Hughes Merle Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ELove is the divine Mother's arms; when those arms are spread, every  soul falls into them.\u003Cbr\u003EHe met everyone on his own plane, spoke to everyone in his  own language. What did Jesus teach when he said to the fishermen,  'Come hither, I will make you fishers of men?' It did not mean, 'I will  teach you ways by which you get the best of man.' It only meant: your  tact, your sympathy will spread its arms before every soul who comes,  as mother's arms are spread out for her little ones. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHazrat Inayat Khan               "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3811397788531244324\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/reflexive-insightful-love-quotes-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3811397788531244324"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3811397788531244324"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/reflexive-insightful-love-quotes-by.html","title":"Reflexive insightful love quotes by osho,Marcus Aurelius,Gurulugomi,Hazrat Inayat Khan ,Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov,Hafiz"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/SkvRTp2RCYk\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1992939333609479888"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-25T15:55:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:39.138-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Sea quote by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.paraorkut.com\/img\/pics\/glitters\/b\/boat-9647.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge plum\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=plum\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith. Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. 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I loved the sound of it on the leaves of trees and roofs and window panes and umbrellas and the feel of it on my face and bare legs. I loved the hiss of rubber tires on rainy streets and the flip-flop of windshield wipers.  I loved the smell of wet grass and raincoats and the shaggy coats of dogs. A rainy day was a special day for me in a sense that no other kind of day was--a day when the ordinariness of things was suspended with ragged skies drifting to the color of pearl and dark streets turning to dark rivers of reflected light and even people transformed somehow as the rain drew them closer by giving them something to think about together, to take common shelter from, to complain of and joke about in ways that made them more like friends than it seemed to me they were on ordinary sunny days.  But more than anything, I think, I loved rain for the power it had to make indoors seem snugger and safer and a place to find refuge in from everything outdoors that was un-home, unsafe.  I loved rain for making home seem home more deeply.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFrederick Buechner\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_Wg2fwcgAR3o\/TBlzUAXQ0ZI\/AAAAAAAAJ6k\/BMgXheij8wk\/s1600\/meli_ya%C4%9Fmur.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"710\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/393792938867644070\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/i-love-rainrain-quote-by-frederick.html#comment-form","title":"1 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src='http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/3358903-lg.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EDon't Give Up\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EMario Benedetti\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EDon't give up, you still have time\u003Cbr\u003Eto reach up and start anew,\u003Cbr\u003EAccept your shadows,\u003Cbr\u003EBury your fears,\u003Cbr\u003EFree your urdens,\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EFly again.\u003Cbr\u003EDon't give up, that's what life is\u003Cbr\u003EContinue the journey,\u003Cbr\u003EFollow your dreams,\u003Cbr\u003EUnstuck time,\u003Cbr\u003EMove the rubble,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd uncover the sky.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EDon't give up, please don't give way,\u003Cbr\u003EEven if the cold burns,\u003Cbr\u003EEven if fear bites,\u003Cbr\u003EEven if the sun sets,\u003Cbr\u003E And the wind goes silent,\u003Cbr\u003EThere is still fire in your soul\u003Cbr\u003EThere is still life in your dreams.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EBecause life is yours and yours is the desire\u003Cbr\u003EBecause you have loved it and because I love you\u003Cbr\u003EBecause wine exists and love is true.\u003Cbr\u003EBecause there are no wounds that time doesn't cure.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003ETo open the doors,\u003Cbr\u003ETake away the locks,\u003Cbr\u003EAbandon the walls that have protected you,\u003Cbr\u003ETo live life and accept the challenge\u003Cbr\u003EGet back laughter,\u003Cbr\u003EPractice a song,\u003Cbr\u003ELower the guard and extend the hands\u003Cbr\u003EOpen the wings\u003Cbr\u003EAnd try again,\u003Cbr\u003ECelebrate life and take back the skies. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EDon't give up, please don't give way,\u003Cbr\u003EEven if the cold burns,\u003Cbr\u003EEven if fear bites,\u003Cbr\u003EEven if the sun sets,\u003Cbr\u003E And the wind goes silent,\u003Cbr\u003EThere is still fire in your soul\u003Cbr\u003EThere is still life in your dreams.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EBecause every day is a new beginning,\u003Cbr\u003EBecause this is the hour and the best moment.\u003Cbr\u003EBecause you are not alone, because I love you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003ENo te rindas ... \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EMario Benedetti\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003ENo te rindas, aún estás a tiempo\u003Cbr\u003EDe alcanzar y comenzar de nuevo,\u003Cbr\u003EAceptar tus sombras,\u003Cbr\u003EEnterrar tus miedos,\u003Cbr\u003ELiberar el lastre,\u003Cbr\u003ERetomar el vuelo.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E No te rindas que la vida es eso,\u003Cbr\u003EContinuar el viaje,\u003Cbr\u003EPerseguir tus sueños,\u003Cbr\u003EDestrabar el tiempo,\u003Cbr\u003ECorrer los escombros,\u003Cbr\u003EY destapar el cielo.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E No te rindas, por favor no cedas,\u003Cbr\u003EAunque el frío queme,\u003Cbr\u003EAunque el miedo muerda,\u003Cbr\u003EAunque el sol se esconda,\u003Cbr\u003EY se calle el viento,\u003Cbr\u003EAún hay fuego en tu alma\u003Cbr\u003EAún hay vida en tus sueños.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Porque la vida es tuya y tuyo también el deseo\u003Cbr\u003EPorque lo has querido y porque te quiero\u003Cbr\u003EPorque existe el vino y el amor, es cierto.\u003Cbr\u003EPorque no hay heridas que no cure el tiempo.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Abrir las puertas,\u003Cbr\u003EQuitar los cerrojos,\u003Cbr\u003EAbandonar las murallas que te protegieron,\u003Cbr\u003EVivir la vida y aceptar el reto,\u003Cbr\u003ERecuperar la risa,\u003Cbr\u003EEnsayar un canto,\u003Cbr\u003EBajar la guardia y extender las manos\u003Cbr\u003EDesplegar las alas\u003Cbr\u003EE intentar de nuevo,\u003Cbr\u003ECelebrar la vida y retomar los cielos.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E No te rindas, por favor no cedas,\u003Cbr\u003EAunque el frío queme,\u003Cbr\u003EAunque el miedo muerda,\u003Cbr\u003EAunque el sol se ponga y se calle el viento,\u003Cbr\u003EAún hay fuego en tu alma,\u003Cbr\u003EAún hay vida en tus sueños\u003Cbr\u003EPorque cada día es un comienzo nuevo,\u003Cbr\u003EPorque esta es la hora y el mejor momento.\u003Cbr\u003EPorque no estás solo, porque yo te quiero.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4872700750803364927\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/don-give-up-by-mario-benedetti-with.html#comment-form","title":"78 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src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-KiPOoEjNdJo\/Tta6TEqEDKI\/AAAAAAAADII\/HN9taAnUIKI\/s1600\/sol+-California.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe seeker of truth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EAuthor unknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EAfter years of searching, the seeker was told to go to a cave, in which he would find a well. \u003Cbr\u003E'Ask the well what is truth', he was advised, 'and the well will reveal it to you'.  Having found the well, the seeker asked that most fundamental question.  And from the depths came the answer, 'Go to the village crossroad:  there you shall find what you are seeking'.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Full of hope and anticipation the man ran to the crossroad to find  only three rather uninteresting shops. One shop was selling pieces of metal,  another sold wood, and thin wires were for sale in the third.  Nothing and no one there seemed to have much to do with the revelation of truth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Disappointed, the seeker returned to the well to demand an explanation,  but he was told only, 'You will understand in the future.' When the man protested,  all he got in return were the echoes of his own shouts. Indignant for having  been made a fool of - or so he thought at the time - the seeker continued his wanderings in search of truth. As years went by, the memory of his experience at the well gradually faded until one night, while he was walking in the moonlight, the sound of sitar music caught his attention. It was wonderful music and it was played  with great mastery and inspiration.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Profoundly moved, the truth seeker felt drawn towards the player.  He looked at the fingers dancing over the strings. He became aware of the sitar itself. \u003Cbr\u003EAnd then suddenly he exploded in a cry of joyous recognition: the sitar was made  out of wires and pieces of metal and wood just like those he had once seen  in the three stores and had thought it to be without any particular significance.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EAt last he understood the message of the well: we have already been  given everything we need: our task is to assemble and use it in the appropriate way.  Nothing is meaningful so long as we perceive only separate fragments.  But as soon as the fragments come together into a synthesis, a new entity emerges,  whose nature we could not have foreseen by considering the fragments alone. "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4259276522853236545\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/the-seeker-of-truthinspirational-story.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4259276522853236545"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4259276522853236545"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/the-seeker-of-truthinspirational-story.html","title":"The seeker of truth\/Inspirational Story"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-KiPOoEjNdJo\/Tta6TEqEDKI\/AAAAAAAADII\/HN9taAnUIKI\/s72-c\/sol+-California.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3560083523314182608"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-22T15:01:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:39.423-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Light! Give me light! education quote by helen Keller"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/ucp.totfarm.com\/pics\/pic_884683001187830514.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"475\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EHave you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding line, and no way of knowing how near the harbor was. \"Light! Give me light!\" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHelen Keller"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3560083523314182608\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/light-give-me-light-education-quote-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3560083523314182608"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3560083523314182608"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/light-give-me-light-education-quote-by.html","title":"Light! 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Carswell"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/24.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_m0g18wA58U1qdwf6mo1_1280.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"730\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EI Mark Your Courage \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E Ivan Donn Carswell\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EI had no profound feelings of shock or surprise\u003Cbr\u003Eto those matter-of-fact revelations\u003Cbr\u003Ewhich spelled the end of this chapter of your life.\u003Cbr\u003EIt was, as you put it, too late for recriminations,\u003Cbr\u003Eand the horrendous realities could be no worse\u003Cbr\u003Efor having faced them.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EI mark your courage in that moment of admission,\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen your soul cried out in sympathetic pain,\u003Cbr\u003Eworn thin by abrasions of self-imprisonment\u003Cbr\u003Eand total subjugation to providence.\u003Cbr\u003EYou did not disguise your frailty\u003Cbr\u003Eas lesser men are apt by schemes\u003Cbr\u003Ewhich shorten their horizons, elaborate their dreams.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EThat you are a molecule conniving in\u003Cbr\u003Ethe physics of human chemistry\u003Cbr\u003Eis no slight upon your status,\u003Cbr\u003Ewithout dynamic you are less\u003Cbr\u003Ea man of cloth than habit claims you be;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd martyr to ascription is the poorer fate\u003Cbr\u003Ethan anticipated condemnation from\u003Cbr\u003Ea selfless breach of faith.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EOrdinary passions do not progress beyond\u003Cbr\u003Ethe continuum of priestly enlightenment; we share\u003Cbr\u003Ea whole psychology of man's experience\u003Cbr\u003Eas our eternal life. Its unitary expression\u003Cbr\u003Eis no greater than the measureless sum,\u003Cbr\u003Eand the sum is no value less than life itself.\u003Cbr\u003ENo enlightened soul can judge another man\u003Cbr\u003Efor passions of humanity; the sentence of conscience\u003Cbr\u003Eis an arbitrary punishment in which we all delight.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EI am no herdsman fearing ill in ceaseless care\u003Cbr\u003Eof herded sheep, nor could I choose\u003Cbr\u003Eentanglement with such an entity; your flock\u003Cbr\u003Esurvives as do your prayers, and will survive\u003Cbr\u003Elong past your flight. You earned their trust\u003Cbr\u003Ein episodes of heart and light, and keep\u003Cbr\u003Eits privileged charter frozen out of time,\u003Cbr\u003Eembalmed in a perfect past.\u003Cbr\u003EAs one we mourn your passing."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/399656962058130970\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/i-mark-your-courage-by-ivan-donn.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/399656962058130970"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/399656962058130970"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/i-mark-your-courage-by-ivan-donn.html","title":"I Mark Your Courage  by Ivan Donn Carswell"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3469926860894403125"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-16T17:01:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:39.762-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Animal poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"On Releasing a Captive Bird by James Allen"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/b\/1\/25\/449\/25449052_1211368577_a69c591264981463.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EOn Releasing a Captive Bird\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJames Allen\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EI found a little bird held fast, ensnared\u003Cbr\u003EBy ruthless hands; a gentle, captive prey\u003Cbr\u003EThirsting for freedom, piteously scared,\u003Cbr\u003EStruggling in vain to ’scape and soar away.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I marked his terror, and I took him up;\u003Cbr\u003EHis fluttering heart spoke out his wild despair.\u003Cbr\u003E\"Look, you and I with the great gods shall sup\u003Cbr\u003EThis day,\" I said; then threw him into air.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Whereat he soared, and wheeled, and flew away;\u003Cbr\u003EGreat was his joy, and Truth - born bliss was mine;\u003Cbr\u003EThus supped we both with the high gods that day;\u003Cbr\u003EThus tasted we their nectar, drank their wine.\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3469926860894403125\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/on-releasing-captive-bird-by-james-allen.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3469926860894403125"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3469926860894403125"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/on-releasing-captive-bird-by-james-allen.html","title":"On Releasing a Captive Bird by James Allen"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4321347761664361467"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-10T16:26:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:40.101-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Beauty poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Ella Wheeler Wilcox poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"BEAUTY poem,BEAUTY MAKING poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox,Inspiring beauty quotes by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross,Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,Helen keller,Ralph Waldo Emerson"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EMARC ENFROY - The Magic Garden\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/wQz23nXtohQ?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/25.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_m789fy2XYx1qajfpao1_500.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=730\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EBEAUTY\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EElla Wheeler Wilcox\u003Cbr\u003E(1850-1919)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EThe search for beauty is the search for God\u003Cbr\u003EWho is All Beauty.  He who seeks shall find.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd all along the paths my feet have trod,\u003Cbr\u003EI have sought hungrily with heart and mind,\u003Cbr\u003E   And open eyes for beauty, everywhere.\u003Cbr\u003E   Lo! I have found the world is very fair.\u003Cbr\u003EThe search for beauty is the search for God.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EBeauty was first revealed to me by stars,\u003Cbr\u003E   Before I saw it in my mother’s eyes,\u003Cbr\u003EOr, seeing, sensed it beauty, I was stirred\u003Cbr\u003ETo awe and wonder by those orbs of light\u003Cbr\u003E   All palpitant against empurpled skies.\u003Cbr\u003EThey spoke a language to my childish heart\u003Cbr\u003EOf mystery and splendour, and of space,\u003Cbr\u003EFriendly with gracious, unseen presences.\u003Cbr\u003EBeauty was first revealed to me by stars.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/6\/89\/933\/89933263_large_375_5.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge plum\"height=\"675\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=plum\u003ESunsets enlarged the meaning of the word. \u003Cbr\u003E     There was a window looking to the west: \u003Cbr\u003EBeyond it, wide Wisconsin fields of grain, \u003Cbr\u003EAnd then a hill, whereon white flocks of clouds \u003Cbr\u003E     Would gather in the afternoon to rest. \u003Cbr\u003EAnd when the sun went down behind that hill, \u003Cbr\u003EWhat scenes of glory spread before my sight-- \u003Cbr\u003EWhat beauty--beauty, absolute, supreme! \u003Cbr\u003ESunsets enlarged the meaning of that word.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EClover in blossom, red and honey-sweet, \u003Cbr\u003E     In summer billowed like a crimson sea \u003Cbr\u003EAcross the meadow lands. One day, I stood \u003Cbr\u003EBreast-high amidst its waves, and heard the hum \u003Cbr\u003E   Of myriad bees, that had gone mad like me\u003Cbr\u003EWith fragrance and with beauty.  Over us,\u003Cbr\u003EA loving sun smiled from a cloudless sky,\u003Cbr\u003EWhile a bold breeze kissed lightly as it passed,\u003Cbr\u003EClover in blossom, red and honey-sweet.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EAutumn spoke loudly of the beautiful.\u003Cbr\u003E   And in the gallery of Nature hung\u003Cbr\u003EColossal pictures hard against the sky,\u003Cbr\u003ESet forests gorgeous with a hundred hues;\u003Cbr\u003E   And with each morning, some new wonder flung\u003Cbr\u003EBefore the startled world; some daring shade,\u003Cbr\u003ESome strange, new scheme of colour and of form.\u003Cbr\u003EAutumn spoke loudly of the beautiful.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/vvw.ru\/uploads\/posts\/2010-02\/1265486978_172110-foxixol.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"730\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E     \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EWinter, though rude, is delicate in art\u003Cbr\u003E   More delicate than Summer or than fall\u003Cbr\u003E  Winter’s touch On Nature seemed most beautiful of all\u003Cbr\u003EThat evanescent beauty of the frost\u003Cbr\u003EOn window panes; of clean, fresh, fallen snow;\u003Cbr\u003EOf white, white sunlight on the ice-draped trees.\u003Cbr\u003EWinter, though rude, is delicate in art.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EMorning!  The word itself is beautiful,\u003Cbr\u003E   And the young hours have many gifts to give\u003Cbr\u003EThat feed the soul with beauty.  He who keeps\u003Cbr\u003EHis days for labour and his nights for sleep\u003Cbr\u003E   Wakes conscious of the joy it is to live,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd brings from that mysterious Land of Dreams\u003Cbr\u003EA sense of beauty that illumines earth.\u003Cbr\u003EMorning!  The word itself is beautiful.\u003Cbr\u003E The search for beauty is the search for God.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5903\/tatya-vorons2007.22a\/0_4a933_6ed997d9_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EDaniel Gerhartz Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EBEAUTY MAKING\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EElla Wheeler Wilcox\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=greenyellow\u003EMethinks there is no greater work in life\u003Cbr\u003EThan making beauty.  Can the mind conceive\u003Cbr\u003EOne little corner in celestial realms\u003Cbr\u003EUnbeautiful, or dull or commonplace?\u003Cbr\u003EOr picture ugly angels, illy clad?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EBeauty and splendour, opulence and joy,\u003Cbr\u003EAre attributes of God and His domain,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd so are worth and virtue.  But why preach\u003Cbr\u003EOf virtue only to the sons of men,\u003Cbr\u003EIgnoring beauty, till they think it sin?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=greenyellow\u003EWhy, if each dweller on this little globe\u003Cbr\u003ECould know the sacred meaning of that word\u003Cbr\u003EAnd understand its deep significance,\u003Cbr\u003EMen’s thoughts would form in beauty, till their dreams\u003Cbr\u003EOf heaven would find expression in their lives,\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EHowever humble; they themselves would grow\u003Cbr\u003EGodlike, befitting such a fair estate.\u003Cbr\u003ELet us be done with what is only good,\u003Cbr\u003EDemanding here and now the beautiful;\u003Cbr\u003ELest, with the mind and eye on earth untrained,\u003Cbr\u003EWe shall be ill at ease when heaven is gained.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/territa.ru\/_ph\/887\/2\/227909570.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge navajowhite\"height=\"520\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EVicente Romero Redondo Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThe most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EElisabeth Kübler-Ross   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/historiasepensamento.com.sapo.pt\/toesithesand30x24.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge mistyrose\"height=\"600\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont coor=lightyellow\u003EMichael \u0026 Inessa Garmash\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EA man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.\u003Cbr\u003EThe soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohann Wolfgang von Goethe  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/media-cache0.pinterest.com\/upload\/238831586458823888_eQUgjwFK_c.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"730\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=crimson\u003EThe best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen  or even touched they must be felt with the heart.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EHellen Keller\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=crimson\u003ENever lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=crimson\u003EWe ascribe beauty to that which is simple; which has no superfluous parts; which exactly answers its end; which stands related to all things; which is the mean of many extremes. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003ERalph Waldo Emerson    "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4321347761664361467\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/beauty-poembeauty-making-poem-by-ella.html#comment-form","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4321347761664361467"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4321347761664361467"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/beauty-poembeauty-making-poem-by-ella.html","title":"BEAUTY poem,BEAUTY MAKING poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox,Inspiring beauty quotes by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross,Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,Helen keller,Ralph Waldo Emerson"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/wQz23nXtohQ\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-467471194481118204"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-09T08:49:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:40.158-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Happiness poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Humour and laughter quotes"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/content.foto.mail.ru\/bk\/vasilisa.model\/2770\/s-3011.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ECommon sense and a sense of humour are the same thing, moving  at different speeds. A sense of humour is just common sense, dancing.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EWilliam James\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThrough humour, you can soften some of the worst blows that life  delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your  situation might be, you can survive it.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003EBill Cosby\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EHumour is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness  that some things are really important, others not; and that the two  kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EChristopher Morley\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EHumour is the great thing, the saving thing. The minute it crops up,  all our irritation and resentments slip away and a sunny spirit takes  their place. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMark Twain\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EHumour is an affirmation of dignity, a declaration of man's superiority  to all that befalls him. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERoman Gary\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EHonest good humour is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there  is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather  small and laughter abundant.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Washington Irving\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/stat20.privet.ru\/lr\/0c02fa8a5525b7c31b9a51c2d92df80c'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EPerhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFriedrich Nietzsche\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESo many tangles in life are ultimately hopeless that we have no appropriate sword other than laughter.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EGordon W. 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It also depends upon a wilful ignorance of oneself – a refusal to recognise the extent to which selfishness and calculation reside in the heart even of our most generous emotions, awaiting their chance. Those who invest their hopes in the moral improvement of humankind are therefore in a precarious position: at any moment the veil of illusion might be swept away, revealing the bare truth of the human condition. Either they defend themselves against this possibility with artful intellectual ploys, or they give way, in the moment of truth, to a paroxysm of disappointment and misanthropy. Both of these do violence to our nature. The first condemns us to the life of unreason; the second to the life of contempt. Human beings may not be as good as the shallow optimists pretend; but nor are they as bad as the prophets and curmudgeons have painted them.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EIn order to see human beings as they are, therefore, and to school oneself in the art of loving them, it is necessary to apply a dose of pessimism to all one’s plans and aspirations. I don’t go along with Schopenhauer’s comprehensive gloom, or with the philosophy of renunciation that he derived from it. I have no doubt that St Paul was right to recommend faith, hope and love (agape) as the virtues which order life to the greater good. But I have no doubt too that hope, detached from faith and untempered by the evidence of history, is a dangerous asset, and one that threatens not only those who embrace it, but all those within range of their illusions.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EPessimism is needed, not in order to neutralize the belief in human uniqueness, but in order to protect it.The disgusted dismissal of homo rapiens and all his works that we find spelled out by John Gray in Straw Dogs is not a form of pessimism. It is an attempt to dismiss humanity entirely, as a kind of plague on the face of the earth. That kind of misanthropic nihilism is of no use to us. It removes the ground from all our values, and puts nothing in their place. And it feeds on specious arguments designed to show that we are “merely” animals, distinguished in no significant respect from rats and worms, and with no right to the privileges that we have traditionally claimed, as moral beings who pursue the good.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EWe rational beings depend for our fulfillment upon love and friendship. Our happiness is of a piece with our freedom, and cannot be separated from the constraints that make freedom possible – real, concrete freedom, as opposed to the abstract freedom of the utopians. Everything deep in us depends upon our mortal condition, and while we can solve our problems and live in peace with our neighbors we can do so only through compromise and sacrifice. We are not, and cannot be, the kind of posthuman cyborgs that rejoice in eternal life, if life it is. We are led by love, friendship and desire; by tenderness for young life and reverence for old. We live, or ought to live, by the rule of forgiveness, in a world where hurts are acknowledged and faults confessed to. All our reasoning is predicated upon those basic conditions, and one of the most important uses of pessimism is to warn us against destroying them. The soul-less optimism of the transhumanists reminds us that we should be gloomy, since our happiness depends on it.\u003Cbr\u003E  "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4756929093083798754\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/excerpts-from-uses-of-pessimism-and.html#comment-form","title":"150 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4756929093083798754"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4756929093083798754"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/excerpts-from-uses-of-pessimism-and.html","title":"Excerpts from \u0026quot;The Uses of Pessimism and the Danger of False Hope \u0026quot;by Roger Scruton"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"150"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-594630945870723338"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-06T06:59:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:40.328-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Nine steps to transform yourself into a river by Paulo Coelho"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/fs1.cyworld.vn\/data2\/2010\/04\/21\/186\/1271833386374002_file.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightblue\"height=\"760\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ENine steps to transform yourself into a river\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby PAULO COELHO\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003EA river never passes the same place twice,” says a philosopher. “Life is like a river,” says another philosopher, and we draw the conclusion that this is the metaphor that comes closest to the meaning of life. Consequently, it is always good to remember:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EA] We are always doing things for the first time.While we move between our source (birth) to our destination (death), the landscape will always be new. We should face these novelties with joy, not with fear – because it is useless to fear what cannot be avoided. A river never stops running.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EB] In a valley we walk slower. When everything around us becomes easier, the waters grow calm, we become more open, fuller and more generous.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EC] Our banks are always fertile. Vegetation only grows where there is water. Whoever comes into contact with us needs to understand that we are there to give the thirsty something to drink.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003ED] Stones should be avoided. It is obvious that water is stronger than granite, but it takes time for this to happen. It is no good letting yourself be overcome by stronger obstacles, or trying to fight against them – that is a useless waste of energy. It is best to understand where the way out is, and then move forward.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EE] Hollows call for patience. All of a sudden the river enters a sort of hole and stops running as joyfully as before. At such moments the only way out is to count on the help of time. When the right moment comes the hollow fills up and the water can flow ahead. In the place of the ugly, lifeless hole there now stands a lake that others can contemplate with joy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EF] We are one. We were born in a place that was meant for us, which will always keep us supplied with enough water so that when confronted with obstacles or depression we have the necessary patience or strength to move forward. We begin our course in a soft and fragile manner, where even a simple leaf can stop us. Nevertheless, as we respect the mystery of the source that gave us life, and trust in His eternal wisdom, little by little we gain all that we need to pursue our path.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EG] Although we are one, soon we shall be many. As we travel on, the waters of other springs come closer, because that is the best path to follow. Then we are no longer just one, but many – and there comes a moment when we feel lost. However, as the Bible says, “all rivers flow to the sea.” It is impossible to remain in our solitude, no matter how romantic that may seem. When we accept the inevitable encounter with other springs, we eventually understand that this makes us much stronger, we get around obstacles or fill in the hollows in far less time and with greater ease.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EH] We are a means of transportation. Of leaves, boats, ideas. May our waters always be generous, may be always be able to carry ahead everything or everyone that needs our help.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EI] We are a source of inspiration. And so, let us leave the final words to the Brazilian poet, Manuel Bandeira:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=plum\u003E“To be like a river that flows\u003Cbr\u003Esilent through the night,\u003Cbr\u003Enot fearing the darkness and\u003Cbr\u003Ereflecting any stars high in the sky.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E And if the sky is filled with clouds,\u003Cbr\u003Ethe clouds are water like the river, so\u003Cbr\u003Ewithout remorse reflect them too”     "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/594630945870723338\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/nine-steps-to-transform-yourself-into.html#comment-form","title":"5 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quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"God of the Open Air,love poem,love quotes  by Henry Vandyke"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EAndre Rieu - Annie's Song\u003Cbr\u003E\u003CP\u003E\u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/AdDhg90KKtM?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/foto\/b\/3\/apps\/0\/894\/894728_19_golden_aire_1.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"690\"width=\"430\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ERichard johnson art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ETime is too slow for those who wait,\u003Cbr\u003E too swift for those who fear,\u003Cbr\u003E too long for those who grieve,\u003Cbr\u003E too short for those who rejoice,\u003Cbr\u003E but for those who love, time is eternity.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHenry Van Dyke\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/74\/439\/74439007_c49281915e40.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EWho seeks for heaven alone to save his soul,\u003Cbr\u003EMay keep the path, but will not reach the goal;\u003Cbr\u003EWhile he who walks in love may wander far,\u003Cbr\u003EYet God will bring him where the blessed are.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EHenry Van Dyke, The Other Wise Man\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/foto\/b\/3\/apps\/0\/894\/894734_25_34130261_sunlights_reminiscence.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge teal\"height=\"680\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=teal\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ELove\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EHenry Van Dyke\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELet me but love my love without disguise,\u003Cbr\u003ENor wear a mask of fashion old or new,\u003Cbr\u003ENor wait to speak till I can hear a clue,\u003Cbr\u003ENor play a part to shine in others' eyes,\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/74\/439\/74439007_c49281915e40.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=greenyellow\u003ENor bow my knees to what my heart denies;\u003Cbr\u003EBut what I am, to that let me be true,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd let me worship where my love is due,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd so through love and worship let me rise.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg 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wrought and pride has gilded,\u003Cbr\u003EFrom the noise of the crowded ways and the fierce confusion,\u003Cbr\u003EFrom the folly that wastes its days in a world of illusion,\u003Cbr\u003E(Ah, but the life is lost that frets and languishes there!)\u003Cbr\u003EI would escape and be free in the joy of the open air.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EBy the breadth of the blue that shines in silence o'er me,\u003Cbr\u003EBy the length of the mountain-lines that stretch before me,\u003Cbr\u003EBy the height of the cloud that sails, with rest in motion,\u003Cbr\u003EOver the plains and the vales to the measureless ocean,\u003Cbr\u003E(Oh, how the sight of the things that are \u003Cbr\u003Egreat enlarges the eyes!)\u003Cbr\u003ELead me out of the narrow life, to the peace of the hills\u003Cbr\u003Eand the skies.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.difrusciaphotography.com\/images\/Tropical-Feeling.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge green\"height=\"760\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EWhile the tremulous leafy haze on the woodland is spreading,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the bloom on the meadow betrays where\u003Cbr\u003E May has been treading;\u003Cbr\u003EWhile the birds on the branches above, and \u003Cbr\u003Ethe brooks flowing under,\u003Cbr\u003EAre singing together of love in a world full of wonder,\u003Cbr\u003E(Lo, in the marvel of Springtime, dreams are changed into truth!)\u003Cbr\u003EQuicken my heart, and restore the beautiful hopes of youth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.difrusciaphotography.com\/images\/Dont-Stop-Believing.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"790\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EBy the faith that the flowers show when they bloom unbidden,\u003Cbr\u003EBy the calm of the river's flow to a goal that is hidden,\u003Cbr\u003EBy the trust of the tree that clings to its deep foundation,\u003Cbr\u003EBy the courage of wild birds' wings on the long migration,\u003Cbr\u003E(Wonderful secret of peace that abides in Nature's breast!)\u003Cbr\u003ETeach me how to confide, and live my life, and rest.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.difrusciaphotography.com\/images\/Mysterious-Ways.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003EFor the comforting warmth of the sun that my body embraces,\u003Cbr\u003EFor the cool of the waters that run through the shadowy places,\u003Cbr\u003EFor the balm of the breezes that brush my face with their fingers,\u003Cbr\u003EFor the vesper-hymn of the thrush when the twilight lingers,\u003Cbr\u003EFor the long breath, the deep breath, the breath\u003Cbr\u003Eof a heart without care,--\u003Cbr\u003EI will give thanks and adore thee, God of the open air!\u003Cbr\u003E      "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2188675821937989627\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/god-of-open-airlove-poemlove-quotes-by.html#comment-form","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2188675821937989627"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2188675821937989627"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/god-of-open-airlove-poemlove-quotes-by.html","title":"God of the Open Air,love poem,love quotes  by Henry 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Hayward"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i2.2photo.ru\/medium\/7\/t\/417067.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"720\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ESo in all these little ways we spin a web, a cocoon, around ourselves. The cocoon becomes nice and snug and comfortable because it is very familiar. We know every little corner of our life; we can even write poetry about it. We may also have ideas about the great mystery which religions speak of, which gives our cocoon an especial sense of security: we can worship the great mystery outside of it and feel good about that. The cocoon is safe, bounded, claustrophobic, and a little stale. We settle into it and live our lives. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Jeremy W. 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This requires a little bit of self-analysis. What is it that makes you happy? Stay with it, no matter what people tell you. This is what I call 'following your bliss.' If you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Wherever you are -- if you are following your bliss, you are enjoying that refreshment, that life within you, all the time.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJoseph Campbel"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6038971484317548667\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/following-your-bliss-by-joseph.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6038971484317548667"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6038971484317548667"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/following-your-bliss-by-joseph.html","title":"Following your bliss by Joseph Campbel\/Happiness quote"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-30060901623891932"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-27T06:57:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:40.889-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Rumi quotes and poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspiring Love and humanism reflections and quotes by Bertrand Russell,C. JoyBell C,Rumi,Lao Tzu,Rainer Maria Rilke"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E Joshua Bell,Ladies in Lavender(OST)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/GZJ9xBvb41U?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s48.radikal.ru\/i121\/0904\/9b\/67079cabf2ae.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightskyblue\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe life of Man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain,  towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long. One by one, as they march, our comrades  vanish form our sight, seized by the silent orders of omnipotent Death. Very brief is the time in which we can help  them, in which their happiness or misery is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their sorrows  by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of a never-tiring affection, to strengthen failing courage, to instill  faith in times of despair.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Bertrand Russell \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThree passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what--at last--I have found.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EWith equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELove and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBertrand Russell\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5301\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351c_850b47d2_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/corneilla.35photo.ru\/photos\/20101004\/181230.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EBe like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults. Be like running water for generosity.  Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERumi\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EThis being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERumi\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5301\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351c_850b47d2_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s41.radikal.ru\/i091\/1105\/ee\/35cf317e7762.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"670\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=crimson\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ELeonid Afremov Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EYou can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won't mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever.... connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EC. JoyBell C. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EI consider myself a stained-glass window. And this is how I live my life. Closing no doors and covering no windows; I am the multi-colored glass with light filtering through me, in many different shades. Allowing light to shed and fall into many many hues. My job is not to direct anything, but only to filter into many colors.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EC. JoyBell C. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EI find it odd- the greed of mankind. People only like you for as long as they perceive they can get what they want from you. Or for as long as they perceive you are who they want you to be. But I like people for all of their changing surprises, the thoughts in their heads, the warmth that changes to cold and the cold that changes to warmth... for being human. The rawness of being human delights me.C.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJoyBell C. \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5301\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351c_850b47d2_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.may-ag.de\/dzo\/artikel\/141\/006\/6055_141.jpg?t=1302594164'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"600\"width=\"430\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EVladimir Volegov Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=moccasin\u003ETo love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation...Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world for himself for another's sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria rilke\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5301\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351c_850b47d2_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/sirbion.35photo.ru\/photos\/20110312\/228796.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003ESimplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being. 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Hamilton"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"     \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/24.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_m1f86l0UDe1qdwf6mo1_1280.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"530\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EYou can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my loved one is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ELaurell K. 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src='http:\/\/api.ning.com\/files\/BIhaxaRlOIGtcFzQytU5SPNnBIwktahgbsmK8mGHaMkNyW9SVtxQty01wKqh175q3MwS2tFezp-qfQY3zyL7KqhHkLL1ItTQ\/MUSASENTADAENELLAGOnueva.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"530\"width=\"530\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E“But we are living in a skeptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age; and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hypereducated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humor which belonged to an older day..” \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   While you have a thing it can be taken from you…..but when you give it, you have given it. no robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-law. But always meeting ourselves. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   Saying that a great genius is mad, while at the same time recognizing his artistic worth, is like saying that he had rheumatism or suffered from diabetes. Madness, in fact, is a medical term that can claim no more notice from the objective critic than he grants the charge of heresy raised by the theologian, or the charge of immorality raised by the police. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Your battles inspired me-not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4429224552033726756\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/james-joyce-quotes-quotes-from-classic.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4429224552033726756"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4429224552033726756"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/james-joyce-quotes-quotes-from-classic.html","title":"James Joyce quotes .Quotes from classic literature"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7496572898534213823"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-12T10:45:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:42.403-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"French poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Des belles citations  sur l'amour ,Verité et le plaisir de C.S. Lewis,Khalil Gibran et de Antoine de Saint -Exupéry"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.photo-paysage.com\/albums\/userpics\/10001\/119\/Aube_en_bord_de_Loire.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E« Aimer, c’est d’être vulnérable. Aimez n’importe quoi, et votre cœur sera certainement fendu et peut être brisé. Si vous voulez être certain de le garder intact, vous devez donner votre cœur à personne, même pas à un animal. Enveloppez-le soigneusement avec des hobbies et des petits luxes ; évitez tout enchevêtrement ; enfermez-le en sécurité\/à l’abri dans le cercueil de votre égoïsme. Mais dans ce cercueil, votre cœur changera. En sécurité, dans le noir, immobile, privé d’air – votre cœur deviendra impénétrable, irréparable. La seule place en dehors des cieux où vous pouvez être parfaitement à l’abri de tous les dangers et risques d’amour… est l’enfer. On se rapprochera de Dieu, non pas en essayant d’éviter les souffrances inhérents et propres à l’amour, mais en les acceptant et en les donnant à Lui ; jetant toute armure défensive. Si nos cœurs ont besoin d’être brisés, et si IL choisit cela comme la manière dans lesquels ils doivent être brisés, alors que Sa volonté soit faite. » \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EC.S. Lewis \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/stat18.privet.ru\/lr\/0a25277e9788c79885ab3b0d65689f20'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003ELa vérité est comme les étoiles : elle n’apparaît que dans l’obscurité de la nuit. La vérité est comme toutes les belles choses de ce monde : elle ne révèle son attrait qu’à ceux qui ont senti d’abord l’influence du mensonge. La vérité est une profonde bienveillance qui nous apprend à être satisfaits de notre existence quotidienne et à partager le même bonheur avec les autres.\u003Cbr\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/stat18.privet.ru\/lr\/0a25277e9788c79885ab3b0d65689f20'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/83\/658\/83658699_large_Capture19.PNG 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"610\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EAllez dans vos champs et vos jardins, et vous apprendrez que l'abeille a plaisir à collecter le miel de la fleur, mais que c'est aussi le plaisir de la fleur que de livrer son miel à l'abeille. Car pour l'abeille la fleur est fontaine de vie, et pour la fleur l'abeille est messagère d'amour, et pour les deux, fleur et abeille, donner et recevoir, le plaisir est un besoin et un ravissement.\u003Cbr\u003E Soyez dans vos plaisirs comme la fleur et l'abeille.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/stat18.privet.ru\/lr\/0a25277e9788c79885ab3b0d65689f20'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4706\/87848796.203\/0_bf55a_febb9def_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"740\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ESi tu veux construire un bateau, ne rassemble pas tes hommes et femmes pour leur donner des ordres, pour expliquer chaque détail, pour leur dire où trouver chaque chose... Si tu veux construire un bateau, fais naître dans le cœur de tes hommes et femmes le désir de la mer.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Antoine de Saint-Exupéry"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7496572898534213823\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/des-belles-citations-sur-l-verite-et-le.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7496572898534213823"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7496572898534213823"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/des-belles-citations-sur-l-verite-et-le.html","title":"Des belles citations  sur l\u0026#39;amour ,Verité et le plaisir de C.S. 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Every time you feel nature deeper you resonate better with her, finding new elements of balance and freedom...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ENikos Kazantzakis\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThe health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired,  so long as we can see far enough.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EHave mountains, and waves, and skies, no significance but what we consciously give them, when we employ them as emblems of our thoughts?\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERalph Waldo Emerson, Nature\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThere is constant life in Nature, motion and development; and yet she remains where she was. She is eternally changing, nor for a moment does she stand still. Of rest she knows nothing, and to all stagnation she has affixed her curse. She is steadfast; her step is measured, her exceptions rare, her laws immutable.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohann Wolfgang von Goethe\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ENature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOscar Wilde"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3482232820784948559\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/inspirational-nature-quotes.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3482232820784948559"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3482232820784948559"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/inspirational-nature-quotes.html","title":"Inspirational Nature quotes"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1451475270335162876"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-12T05:57:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:42.515-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Childhood  poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Innocence and childhood quote by Osho"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/marciokenobi.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/03\/otoc3b1o.jpg?w=645'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"770\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThat's why children look so beautiful: because they are yet full of hope, full of dreams, and they have not yet known frustration. Old people start looking very very dead. Hopes have leaked out, by and by, and only frustration -- a very bad taste on the tongue. Experience makes people bitter. Experience makes people lose their innocence, lose their hope, lose their trust. But it is not experience really -- because they wanted to make their dreams real, that's why. Otherwise you could remain as innocent to the very end of your life as in the beginning -- in fact, even more -- because the innocence that happens in childhood is just natural. It has not been tested against fire; it is very fragile. It has no crystallization in it. It is just a gift; it has not been earned. But when an old man is childlike, innocent, then nothing can destroy it. Then it has a solidity to it, then it is substantial; he has earned it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1451475270335162876\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/innocence-and-childhood-quote-by-osho.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1451475270335162876"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1451475270335162876"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/innocence-and-childhood-quote-by-osho.html","title":"Innocence and childhood quote by Osho"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5720379228611933592"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-10T07:55:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:42.798-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Animal poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspirational Horses quotes with pictures"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"     \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5809\/87848796.202\/0_bf522_c1425cb5_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=ivory\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on and the horse looks at him in silence. They are so silent, they are in another world.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EDavid Herbert Lawrence,The White Horse\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=ivory\u003ETo many, the words love, hope, and dreams are synonymous  with horses. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EOliver Wendell Holmes\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EI have seen things so beautiful they have brought tears to my eyes.  Yet none of them can match the gracefulness and beauty of a horse  running free.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAuthor Unknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EHis is a power enhanced by pride, a courage heightened by challenge.  His is a swiftness intensified by strength, a majesty magnified by grace.  His is a timeless beauty touched with gentleness, a spirit that calls  our hearts to dream.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAuthor Unknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5409\/87848796.203\/0_bf550_6764c67a_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge coral\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ETo see the wind's power, the rain's cleansing and the sun's radiant  life, one need only to look at the horse.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAuthor Unknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EYou must in all Airs follow the strength, spirit, and disposition  of the horse, and do nothing against nature; for art is but to set  nature in order, and nothing else. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E William Cavendish\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EWhen I bestride him, I soar; I am a hawk: he trots the air;  the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his  hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EWilliam Shakespeare (Henry V)"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5720379228611933592\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/inspirational-horses-quotes-with.html#comment-form","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5720379228611933592"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5720379228611933592"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/inspirational-horses-quotes-with.html","title":"Inspirational Horses quotes with pictures"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7911003425057777647"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-06T06:48:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:43.137-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational stories"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Excerpt from \"The Book of Understanding\" by OSHO"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net\/hphotos-snc7\/295075_4067384489615_383261908_n.jpg'g=\"700\" style=\"border:6px ridge chocolate\"height=\"720\"width=\"525\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ELiving life in its totality\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EExcerpt from \"The Book of Understanding\" by OSHO.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003E\"I have heard a beautiful story - I don't know how far it is correct, I cannot vouch for it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E In paradise one afternoon, in its most famous cafe, Lao Tzu, Confucius, and Buddha are sitting and chatting. The waiter comes with a tray that holds three glasses of the juice called \"Life,\" and offers them. Buddha immediately closes his eyes and refuses; he says, \"Life is misery.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Confucius closes his eyes halfway - he is a middlist, he used to preach the golden mean - and asks the waiter to give him the glass. He would like to have a sip - but just a sip, because without tasting how can one say whether life is misery or not? Confucius had a scientific mind; he was not much of a mystic, he had a very pragmatic, earthbound mind. He was the first behaviorist the world has known, very logical. And it seems perfectly right - he says, \"First I will have a sip, and then I will say what I think.\" He takes a sip and he says, \"Buddha is right - life is misery.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Lao Tzu takes all the three glasses and he says, \"Unless one drinks totally, how can one say anything?\" And Lao Tzu says, \" He drinks all the three glasses and starts dancing!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Buddha and Confucius ask him, \"Are you not going to say anything?\" And Lao Tzu says, \"This is what I am saying - my dance and my song are speaking for me.\" Unless you taste totally, you cannot say. And when you taste totally, you still cannot say because what you know is such that no words are adequate.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Buddha is on one extreme, Confucius is in the middle. Lao Tzu has drunk all the three glasses - the one that was brought for Buddha, the one that was brought for Confucius, and the one that was brought for him. He has drunk them all; he has lived life in its three-dimensionality.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E My own approach is that of Lao Tzu. Live life in all possible ways; don't choose one thing against the other, and don't try to be in the middle. Don't try to balance yourself - balance is not something that can be cultivated. Balance is something that comes out of experiencing all the dimensions o flife. Balance is something that happens; it is not something that can be brought about through your efforts. If you bring it through your efforts it will be false, forced. And you will remain tense, you will not be relaxed, because how can a person who is trying to remain balanced in the middle be relaxed? You will always be afraid that if you relax you may start moving to the left or to the right. You are bound to remain uptight, and to be uptight is to miss the whole opportunity, the whole gift of life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Don't be uptight.  Live life in its totality, drink life in its totality! Yes, sometimes it tastes bitter - so what? That taste of bitterness will make you capable of tasting its sweetness. You will be able to appreciate the sweetness only if you have tasted its bitterness. One who knows not how to cry will not know how to laugh, either. One who cannot enjoy a deep laughter, a belly laugh, that person's tears will be crocodile tears. They cannot be true, they cannot be authentic.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I don't teach the middle way, I teach the total way. Then a balance comes of its own accord, and then that balance has tremendous beauty and grace. You have not forced it, it has simply come. By moving gracefully to the left, to the right, in the middle, slowly a balance comes to you because you remain so unidentified. When sadness comes, you know it will pass, and when happiness comes you know that will pass, too. Nothing remains; everything passes by. The only thing that always abides is your witnessing. That witnessing brings balance. That witnessing is balance. \" "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7911003425057777647\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/excerpt-from-book-of-understanding-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7911003425057777647"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7911003425057777647"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/excerpt-from-book-of-understanding-by.html","title":"Excerpt from \u0026quot;The Book of Understanding\u0026quot; by OSHO"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3845869820782577041"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-05T06:37:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:43.314-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational Videos"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"AMAZING PHOTOS OF NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EAMAZING PHOTOS OF NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/195inWXYFQM?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/195inWXYFQM?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"520\" height=\"550\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3845869820782577041\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/amazing-photos-of-national-geographic.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3845869820782577041"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3845869820782577041"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/amazing-photos-of-national-geographic.html","title":"AMAZING PHOTOS OF NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3959074904879163017"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-04T09:05:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:43.427-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Wilderness quotes by Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/24.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_m4870xSaiT1qeogt1o1_1280.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge forestgreen\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EA man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EEdward Abbey, Desert Solitaire\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EA man on foot, on horseback or on a bicycle will see more, feel more, enjoy more in one mile than the motorized tourists can in a hundred miles. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EEdward Abbey, Desert Solitaire\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EMen come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break....I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EEdward Abbey, Desert Solitaire: A Season in the Wilderness"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3959074904879163017\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/wilderness-quotes-by-edward-abbey.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3959074904879163017"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3959074904879163017"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/wilderness-quotes-by-edward-abbey.html","title":"Wilderness quotes by Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8735149946789040389"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-04T08:39:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:43.483-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspiring Desert quotes"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pya.cc\/00000000\/pya\/img201206\/2012062702_1307192815\/4.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EIt's no wonder most religions are born in the desert, because  when men lay beneath that boundless night sky and look up at  the infinite expanse of creation they have an uncontrollable  urge to put something in the way .\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ETerry Pratchett, Small Gods\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EWater, water, water....There is no shortage of water in the desert  but exactly the right amount , a perfect ratio of water to rock,  water to sand, insuring that wide free open, generous spacing  among plants and animals, homes and towns and cities, which makes  the arid West so different from any other part of the nation.  There is no lack of water here unless you try to establish a city  where no city should be. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EEdward Abbey, Desert Solitaire: A Season in the Wilderness\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/static1.pixdaus.com\/files\/items\/pics\/1\/40\/201140_49d6dd4815599031740830b9995c8ef8_large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge tan\"height=\"630\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EI have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand  dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence  something throbs, and gleams... \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EAntoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EGod takes everyone he loves through a desert. It is his cure for  our wandering hearts, restlessly searching for a new Eden...  The best gift of the desert is God's presence... The protective  love of the Shepherd gives me courage to face the interior journey.  \u003Cfont color=red\u003EPaul E. 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src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-XmEKt58opeo\/T9YMI5bYsxI\/AAAAAAAAAoY\/saDuK2m5oq4\/s1600\/seeem.JPG'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"540\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWalt Whitman: “This is What You Shall Do”\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=white\u003EWalt Whitman, in his preface to Leaves of Grass:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EThis is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence towards the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8685685862044832781\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/this-is-what-you-shall-do-by-walt.html#comment-form","title":"0 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quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspirational Childhood Quotes"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/content.foto.mail.ru\/bk\/vasilisa.model\/2770\/s-3759.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkorange\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThere is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where  colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant  than ever again.  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EElizabeth Lawrence\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EChildhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before  the dark hour of reason grows.  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohn Betjeman\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EThe rustling of a wild-bird's wings,\u003Cbr\u003EA star, a flower, a gush of rain,\u003Cbr\u003EThe sight of sad or joyous things,\u003Cbr\u003EOft makes me seem a child again:\u003Cbr\u003EWith voiceless eloquence they come,\u003Cbr\u003EBright phantoms of my childhood's home.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EROSA VERTNER JEFFREY, \"My Childhood's Home\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EI leave to children exclusively, but only for the life of their childhood, all and every the dandelions of the fields and the daisies thereof, with the right to play among them freely, according to the custom of children, warning them at the same time against the thistles.  And I devise to children the yellow shores of creeks and the golden sands beneath the water thereof, with the dragon flies that skim the surface of said waters, and and the odors of the willows that dip into said waters, and the white clouds that float on high above the giant trees. \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003EWilliston Fish, \"A Last Will\""},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3462330226445348418\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/inspirational-childhood-quotes.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3462330226445348418"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3462330226445348418"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/inspirational-childhood-quotes.html","title":"Inspirational Childhood Quotes"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4087390325301107150"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-02T05:55:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:43.707-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Deepak Chopra Quotes on life,experience,spirituality"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.livejournal.ru\/static\/files\/travel\/themes\/zoom\/3984_4.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightseagreen\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mediumturquoise\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EEvery time you are tempted to react in the same old way,  ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer  of the future .\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EDeepak Chopra\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=mediumturquoise\u003EEven when you think you have your life all mapped out,  things happen that shape your destiny in ways you might  never have imagined.  \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EDeepak Chopra\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=mediumturquoise\u003EOnce war becomes a clash of absolutes, there is no breathing  room for mercy. Absolute truth is blind truth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=mediumturquoise\u003EIf you try to get rid of fear and anger without knowing their  meaning, they will grow stronger and return.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E If you contemplate the Golden Rule, it turns out to be an  injunction to live by grace rather than by what you think  other people deserve.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EDeepak Chopra, The Third Jesus: The Christ We Cannot Ignore\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=mediumturquoise\u003EEach of us is here to discover our true Self... that essentially we are spiritual beings  who have taken manifestation in physical form... that we're not human beings that have occasional spiritual experiences that we're spiritual beings that have occasional human experiences. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EDeepak Chopra\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=mediumturquoise\u003ENever forget that you are not in the world; the world is in you. When anything happens to you, take the experience inward. Creation is set up to bring you constant hints and clues about your role as co-creator. Your soul is metabolizing experience as surely as your body is metabolizing food.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Be content not with your lot in life but with being here in the flow of life. 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rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes. \u003Cbr\u003EThe whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear; \u003Cbr\u003EWith my deep sigh the earth trembled,\u003Cbr\u003Eand when I cried aloud the name of my beloved, \u003Cbr\u003EI shook the throne of God in heaven.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/773\/65773935_421e977543ab.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EI bowed my head low in humility,\u003Cbr\u003Eand on my knees I begged of love, \u003Cbr\u003E\"Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/773\/65773935_421e977543ab.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EShe took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, \u003Cbr\u003Eand spoke softly in my ear, \u003Cbr\u003E\"My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover, \u003Cbr\u003Eand thyself art the beloved whom thou hast 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when the sun peeps through\u003Cbr\u003E  The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove,\u003Cbr\u003EHow jubilant the happy birds renew\u003Cbr\u003ETheir old, melodious madrigals of love!\u003Cbr\u003EAnd when you think of this, remember too\u003Cbr\u003E  'T is always morning somewhere, and above\u003Cbr\u003EThe awakening continents; from shore to shore,\u003Cbr\u003ESomewhere the birds are singing evermore. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EThink of your woods and orchards without birds!\u003Cbr\u003E  Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams\u003Cbr\u003EAs in an idiot's brain remembered words\u003Cbr\u003E  Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!\u003Cbr\u003EWill bleat of flocks or bellowing of herds\u003Cbr\u003E  Make up for the lost music, when your teams\u003Cbr\u003EDrag home the stingy harvest, and no more\u003Cbr\u003EThe feathered gleaners follow to your door? \u003Cbr\u003E       \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Henry Wadsworth 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ridge cornsilk\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWe often think of peace as the absence of war, that if powerful countries would reduce their weapon arsenals, we could have peace. But if we look deeply into the weapons, we see our own minds- our own prejudices, fears and ignorance. Even if we transport all the bombs to the moon, the roots of war and the roots of bombs are still there, in our hearts and minds, and sooner or later we will make new bombs. To work for peace is to uproot war from ourselves and from the hearts of men and women. To prepare for war, to give millions of men and women the opportunity to practice killing day and night in their hearts, is to plant millions of seeds of violence, anger, frustration, and fear that will be passed on for generations to come. \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Thich Nhat Hanh, Living Buddha, Living Christ\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EDo not think the knowledge you presently possess is changeless, absolute truth. Avoid being narrow-minded and bound to present views. Learn and practice nonattachment from views in order to be open to receive others' viewpoints.\" To me, this is the most essential practice of peace.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThich Nhat Hanh, Living Buddha, Living Christ\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EFrom time to time, to remind ourselves to relax and be peaceful, we may wish to set aside some time for a retreat, a day of mindfulness, when we can walk slowly, smile, drink tea with a friend, enjoy being together as if we are the happiest people on Earth. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThich Nhat Hanh, Being Peace"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2590778148597731661\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/peace-quotes-by-thich-nhat-hanh.html#comment-form","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2590778148597731661"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2590778148597731661"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/peace-quotes-by-thich-nhat-hanh.html","title":"Peace quotes by  Thich Nhat Hanh"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7138865292483170257"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-26T14:28:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:44.327-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"On Reason,Art and Science by Isaac Asimov;The Roving Mind"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/josira.blog.is\/img\/tncache\/700x700\/aa\/josira\/img\/c_documents_and_settings_johanna_my_documents_my_pictures_blog_cosmos.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=gold\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EKnowledge is indivisible. When people grow wise in one direction,  they are sure to make it easier for themselves to grow wise in  other directions as well. On the other hand, when they split up  knowledge, concentrate on their own field, and scorn and ignore\u003Cbr\u003E other fields, they grow less wise —even in their own field.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E How often people speak of art and science as though they were two entirely different things, with no interconnection. An artist is emotional, they think, and uses only his intuition; he sees all at once and has no need of reason. A scientist is cold, they think, and uses only his reason; he argues carefully step by step, and needs no imagination. That is all wrong. The true artist is quite rational as well as imaginative and knows what he is doing; if he does not, his art suffers. The true scientist is quite imaginative as well as rational, and sometimes leaps to solutions where reason can follow only slowly; if he does not, his science suffers.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003Eby Isaac Asimov,The Roving Mind "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7138865292483170257\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/on-reasonart-and-science-by-isaac.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7138865292483170257"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7138865292483170257"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/on-reasonart-and-science-by-isaac.html","title":"On Reason,Art and Science by Isaac Asimov;The Roving Mind"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-2992057155473749308"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-23T06:57:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:44.553-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Lessons from Trees:Excerpts from \"The wandering\" by Hermann Hesse"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EExcerpts from \"The wandering\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EHermann Hesse \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003ERiviere de Lumiere - FREDERIC DELARUE\u003Cbe\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oyFtrTLmymo?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-xeMx3dCWBVY\/Tc54fWGPoeI\/AAAAAAABRtM\/nV0vXDWQU0o\/s1600\/Paul%2BHoecker%2B%25281854-1910%2529-.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge chocolate\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EPaul Hoecker Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E       \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EFor me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images17.fotki.com\/v1622\/photos\/7\/1306457\/9297233\/PortlandKaleidoscope105-vi.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-rNRyd_qgdqU\/TaLN1k41xGI\/AAAAAAAAAFk\/Jp4lTnYRmXs\/s1600\/paisaje.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"710\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E     \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/files.myopera.com\/pirocan\/albums\/882348\/3459108337_f9f71bb392_o.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"740\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_E4BHqWBfKPA\/TFBXC7vf_GI\/AAAAAAAAAtI\/uUwYZv82dYo\/s1600\/los_paisajes_de_la_republica_checa_Fec_wide.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"680\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   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.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E     \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/www.photographymojo.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/dead-tree-in-the-dam-nove-mlyny-palava-south-moravia-czech-republic.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"820\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”   "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2992057155473749308\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/lessons-from-treesexcerpts-from.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2992057155473749308"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2992057155473749308"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/lessons-from-treesexcerpts-from.html","title":"Lessons from Trees:Excerpts from \u0026quot;The wandering\u0026quot; by Hermann Hesse"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/oyFtrTLmymo\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-2770401450010227706"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-22T08:06:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:44.723-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Insightful quotes on Time"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/www.fludit.com\/images\/stories\/Inspiration\/Surreal-Artworks-Made-by-Xetobyte\/Surreal-Artworks-Made-by-Xetobyte-1.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003E  \u003Cfont color=orange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ETime is a dream ... a destroying dream;\u003Cbr\u003EIt lays great cities in dust, it fills the seas;\u003Cbr\u003EIt covers the face of beauty, and tumbles walls.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECONRAD AIKEN\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EThe universe may be timeless, but if you imagine  breaking it into pieces, some of the pieces can  serve as clocks for the others. Time emerges  from timelessness. We perceive time because  we are, by our very nature, one of those pieces.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECRAIG CALLENDER\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EWe are the fools of Time and Terror: \u003Cbr\u003EDaysSteal on us, and steal from us; yet we live,\u003Cbr\u003ELoathing our life, and dreading still to die.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELORD BYRON\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EDay by day Time rolls the scroll of Life,\u003Cbr\u003EYet man heeds not in worldly strife\u003Cbr\u003EThe vanished years, till Death demands his claim--\u003Cbr\u003EThe mound-lines of the clay that mark his name.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHARRIET MAXWELL CONVERSE\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EWe grasp at Time, but cannot hold\u003Cbr\u003EOne minute of his treasured hour;\u003Cbr\u003EHe tarries not, though oft we pray\u003Cbr\u003EThat he will rest in youth's bright bower.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EARDELIA COTTON BARTON\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/fc04.deviantart.net\/fs24\/i\/2007\/329\/8\/b\/Light_of_love_by_Ioneek.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E    \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EOld Time, in whose banks we deposit our notes\u003Cbr\u003EIs a miser who always wants guineas for groats;\u003Cbr\u003EHe keeps all his customers still in arrears\u003Cbr\u003EBy lending them minutes and charging them years.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOliver Wendell Holmes\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EMen wrongly lament the flight of time, blaming it for  being too swift; they do not perceive that its passage  is sufficiently long, but a good memory, which nature  has given to us, causes things long past to seem present.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELEONARDO DA VINCI\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EThere is a balance, a kind of standoff between the time  continuum and the human entity, our frail bundle of soma  and psyche. We eventually succumb to time, it's true,  but time depends on us. We carry it in our muscles and  genes, pass it on to the next set of time-factoring  creatures, our brown-eyed daughters and jug-eared sons,  or how would the world keep going. Never mind the time  theorists, the cesium devices that measure the life and  death of the smallest silvery trillionth of a second....  We were the only crucial clocks, our minds and bodies,  way stations for the distribution of time.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EDON DELILLO\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003ETime, the cradle of hope.... Wisdom walks before it,  opportunity with it, and repentance behind it:  he that  has made it his friend will have little to fear from his  enemies, but he that has made it his enemy will have  little to hope from his friends.  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECharles Caleb Colton\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EHow rapidly time urges his flight; sometimes as a relentless,  unsparing destroyer; but oftener as a swift-winged and  beautiful angel; changing, yet not taking away this world's  blessings: making our past sorrows look dim in the distance;  opening many flowers of pleasure on our way, and gradually  ripening our souls for the great eternity.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWILLIAM CHAMBERS"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2770401450010227706\/comments\/default","title":"Post 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src='http:\/\/public.sn2.livefilestore.com\/y1pQR1WBWsCNvQhqU_2MOo90uq2EoF50-grEFwKeOwWAllZHOx09Cexmb05xKplRXDCls60Vra48ZLZyZwvL0pnsQ\/Moraine-Lake_-Banff-National-Park_-Canada.jpg?psid=1'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge aqua\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EA Brave and Startling Truth\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EMaya Angelou\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EWe, this people, on a small and lonely planet \u003Cbr\u003ETraveling through casual space \u003Cbr\u003EPast aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns \u003Cbr\u003ETo a destination where all signs tell us \u003Cbr\u003EIt is possible and imperative that we learn \u003Cbr\u003EA brave and startling truth \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAnd when we come to it \u003Cbr\u003ETo the day of peacemaking \u003Cbr\u003EWhen we release our fingers \u003Cbr\u003EFrom fists of hostility \u003Cbr\u003EAnd allow the pure air to cool our palms \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EWhen we come to it \u003Cbr\u003EWhen the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate \u003Cbr\u003EAnd faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean \u003Cbr\u003EWhen battlefields and coliseum \u003Cbr\u003ENo longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters \u003Cbr\u003EUp with the bruised and bloody grass \u003Cbr\u003ETo lie in identical plots in foreign soil \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWhen the rapacious storming of the churches \u003Cbr\u003EThe screaming racket in the temples have ceased \u003Cbr\u003EWhen the pennants are waving gaily \u003Cbr\u003EWhen the banners of the world tremble \u003Cbr\u003EStoutly in the good, clean breeze \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EWhen we come to it \u003Cbr\u003EWhen we let the rifles fall from our shoulders \u003Cbr\u003EAnd children dress their dolls in flags of truce \u003Cbr\u003EWhen land mines of death have been removed \u003Cbr\u003EAnd the aged can walk into evenings of peace \u003Cbr\u003EWhen religious ritual is not perfumed \u003Cbr\u003EBy the incense of burning flesh \u003Cbr\u003EAnd childhood dreams are not kicked awake \u003Cbr\u003EBy nightmares of abuse \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWhen we come to it \u003Cbr\u003EThen we will confess that not the Pyramids \u003Cbr\u003EWith their stones set in mysterious perfection \u003Cbr\u003ENor the Gardens of Babylon \u003Cbr\u003EHanging as eternal beauty \u003Cbr\u003EIn our collective memory \u003Cbr\u003ENot the Grand Canyon \u003Cbr\u003EKindled into delicious color \u003Cbr\u003EBy Western sunsets \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003ENor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe \u003Cbr\u003ENot the sacred peak of Mount Fuji \u003Cbr\u003EStretching to the Rising Sun \u003Cbr\u003ENeither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,\u003Cbr\u003E  Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores \u003Cbr\u003EThese are not the only wonders of the world \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWhen we come to it \u003Cbr\u003EWe, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe \u003Cbr\u003EWho reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger \u003Cbr\u003EYet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace \u003Cbr\u003EWe, this people on this mote of matter \u003Cbr\u003EIn whose mouths abide cankerous words \u003Cbr\u003EWhich challenge our very existence \u003Cbr\u003EYet out of those same mouths \u003Cbr\u003ECome songs of such exquisite sweetness \u003Cbr\u003EThat the heart falters in its labor \u003Cbr\u003EAnd the body is quieted into awe \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EWe, this people, on this small and drifting planet \u003Cbr\u003EWhose hands can strike with such abandon \u003Cbr\u003EThat in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living \u003Cbr\u003EYet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness \u003Cbr\u003EThat the haughty neck is happy to bow \u003Cbr\u003EAnd the proud back is glad to bend \u003Cbr\u003EOut of such chaos, of such contradiction \u003Cbr\u003EWe learn that we are neither devils nor divines \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWhen we come to it \u003Cbr\u003EWe, this people, on this wayward, floating body \u003Cbr\u003ECreated on this earth, of this earth \u003Cbr\u003EHave the power to fashion for this earth \u003Cbr\u003EA climate where every man and every woman \u003Cbr\u003ECan live freely without sanctimonious piety \u003Cbr\u003EWithout crippling fear \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EWhen we come to it \u003Cbr\u003EWe must confess that we are the possible \u003Cbr\u003EWe are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world \u003Cbr\u003EThat is when, and only when \u003Cbr\u003EWe come to it. 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quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Excerpt from \"Letters to a Young Poet \"by Rainer Maria Rilke:Inspiring and motivational quotes and thoughts"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EInspiring reflections on Life,love,solitude,sadness ,hardship ,depression and hope .\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003ESecrets of my heart-Ernesto Cortazar\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/AvIx86WK5G0?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/AvIx86WK5G0?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"380\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-8T3HP8yQ4ug\/TzGHhHD4JiI\/AAAAAAAAWHE\/5DX823wJoFw\/s1600\/3172.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EPerhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only  waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage.  Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something  helpless that wants our love.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria Rilke \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/s48.radikal.ru\/i120\/1104\/85\/7304520c89c2.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"720\"width=\"470\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EDaniel Gerhartz Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003ETherefore, love your solitude and try to sing out with  the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away...  and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast....  be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone  with you, and be gentle with  those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and  don't torment them with your  doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they  wouldn't be able to comprehend.  Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common  with them, which doesn't necessarily  have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you  see them, love life in a form that is not  your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who  are afraid of the aloneness that you  trust.... and don't expect any understanding; but believe in a love  that is being stored up for you like an  inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength  and a blessing so large that you can travel  as far as you wish without having to step outside it.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Rainer Maria Rilke \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThe only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that  we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise;  like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just  withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more  terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived,  rejected, lost, life that we can die of. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s53.radikal.ru\/i142\/1104\/da\/291a9d082cbe.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EDaniel Gerhartz Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EWhy do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery,  any depression, since after all you don't know what work these  conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself  with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going?  Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and  you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything  unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means  by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply  help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it,  since that is the way it gets better.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria Rilke \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s61.radikal.ru\/i172\/1112\/a1\/65b9e06e240f.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EBe patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love  the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are  now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers,  which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.  And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now.  Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some  distant day into the answer.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Rainer Maria Rilke\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_C0DxZRJd7lU\/TMfwgxoK5NI\/AAAAAAAAAlM\/hdW_l_1lRN0\/s1600\/lilas_arvores.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge violet\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDon't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen. Otherwise it will be too easy for you to look with blame... at your past, which naturally has a share with everything that now meets you.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria Rilke\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDo not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled  among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life  may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours.  Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words. \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria Rilke "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3688567598856077156\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/excerpt-from-to-young-poet-rainer-maria.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3688567598856077156"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3688567598856077156"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/excerpt-from-to-young-poet-rainer-maria.html","title":"Excerpt from \u0026quot;Letters to a Young Poet \u0026quot;by Rainer Maria Rilke:Inspiring and motivational quotes and thoughts"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-8T3HP8yQ4ug\/TzGHhHD4JiI\/AAAAAAAAWHE\/5DX823wJoFw\/s72-c\/3172.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5425111707030420226"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-15T06:56:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:45.640-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Wandering Singers by Sarojini Naidu"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/--GIffcyD39Q\/TlfQOX4jo-I\/AAAAAAAAM6Q\/dOk6eEBNT9I\/s1600\/4508134715ce79e5d7d637579422fb1d.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightblue\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWANDERING SINGERS\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Sarojini Naidu \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mediumturquoise\u003EHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet, \u003Cbr\u003EThrough echoing forest and echoing street,  \u003Cbr\u003EWith lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,  \u003Cbr\u003EAll men are our kindred, the world is our home.  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,  \u003Cbr\u003EThe laughter and beauty of women long dead;  \u003Cbr\u003EThe sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,  \u003Cbr\u003EAnd happy and simple and sorrowful things. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow?  \u003Cbr\u003EWhere the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go.  \u003Cbr\u003ENo love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:  \u003Cbr\u003EThe voice of the wind is the voice of our fate. \u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5425111707030420226\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/wandering-singers-by-sarojini-naidu.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5425111707030420226"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5425111707030420226"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/wandering-singers-by-sarojini-naidu.html","title":"Wandering Singers by Sarojini Naidu"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/--GIffcyD39Q\/TlfQOX4jo-I\/AAAAAAAAM6Q\/dOk6eEBNT9I\/s72-c\/4508134715ce79e5d7d637579422fb1d.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4308454732694212968"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-15T06:00:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:45.696-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"All mankind is of one author by John donne"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/68\/540\/68540030_Otto_Haslund.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EAll mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated....As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all....No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohn Donne"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4308454732694212968\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/all-mankind-is-of-one-author-by-john.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4308454732694212968"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4308454732694212968"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/all-mankind-is-of-one-author-by-john.html","title":"All mankind is of one author by John donne"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8002643130954922899"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-14T16:46:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:45.753-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Life quotes by Herman Melville"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/24.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_m4tom4ZUYG1qzqm7co1_1280.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=mediumaquamarine\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThere are certain queer times and occasions in this strange  mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe  for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly  discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody's  expense but his own.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EHerman Melville, Moby-Dick\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mediumaquamarine\u003ETruly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold,  for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely  by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that  you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you  cannot be said to be comfortable any more. \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EHerman Melville\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mediumaquamarine\u003EBut even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EHerman Melville, Moby Dick\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=mediumaquamarine\u003EI love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts. \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EHerman Melville"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8002643130954922899\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/life-quotes-by-herman-melville.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8002643130954922899"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8002643130954922899"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/life-quotes-by-herman-melville.html","title":"Life quotes by Herman Melville"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-132509126227991970"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-14T16:32:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:45.809-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"To love is to live:Inspiring love quotes by Honoré de Balzac,Blaise Pascal,Leo Tolstoy"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/66\/872\/66872696_1290333417_1675154.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge deepskyblue\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EFor me, to love is to live; I feel this, I see it more\u003Cbr\u003E than ever now; all things prove it to me; I recognize\u003Cbr\u003E that never again can any taste, any absorption of mind,\u003Cbr\u003E any passion exist for me but that you know of, -- which\u003Cbr\u003E fills not only my heart, but my whole brain.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHonoré de Balzac\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EWe conceal it from ourselves in vain - we must always love  something. In those matters seemingly removed from love,  the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly  live for a moment without it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBlaise Pascal\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYou may deal with things without love; you may cut down trees,  make bricks, hammer iron without love, but you cannot deal  with men without it, just as you cannot deal with bees without  being careful.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELeo Tolstoy"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/132509126227991970\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/to-love-is-to-liveinspiring-love-quotes.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/132509126227991970"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/132509126227991970"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/to-love-is-to-liveinspiring-love-quotes.html","title":"To love is to live:Inspiring love quotes by Honoré de Balzac,Blaise Pascal,Leo Tolstoy"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6821899743039680205"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-13T15:33:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:45.866-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Childhood  poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspiring children quotes"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"      \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/9\/milkamilkina.33\/0_45508_2427f1f0_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge forestgreen\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWe call a child's mind \"small\" simply by habit; perhaps  it is larger than ours is, for it can take in almost  anything without effort.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EChristopher Morley \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EOnly a child sees things with perfect clarity, because  it hasn't developed all those filters which prevent us  from seeing things that we don't expect to see.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EDOUGLAS ADAMS\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EChildren's games are hardly games. Children are never  more serious than when they play.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMONTAIGNE\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4314\/milkamilkina.33\/0_454fe_a70d2c87_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge grey\"height=\"715\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity  in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAlbert Einstein\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe most interesting information comes from children,  for they tell all they know and then stop.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMark Twain\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYour children are not your children. They are the sons  and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came  through you but not from you and though they are with  you yet they belong not to you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1.2photo.ru\/m\/d\/422986.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge coral\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=coral\u003EMothers are fonder than fathers of their children because  they are more certain they are their own.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAristotle\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=coral\u003EMost children feel immortal--they have no sense that  they're ever going to die. For a child, even growing  up is something that's barely comprehensible.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJOHN SAUL\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=coral\u003EOur children are the only possessions we can take to heaven.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECROFT M. 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He who is reluctant to give his name is the one who most needs shelter.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EVictor Hugo\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EIt is the great privilege of poverty to be happy and yet unenvied,  to be healthy with physic, secure without a guard, and to obtain  from the bounty of nature what the great and wealthy are compelled  to procure by the help of art.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESamuel Johnson\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThe Poor Man whom everyone speaks of, the Poor Man whom everyone  pities, one of the repulsive Poor from whom ''charitable'' souls keep  their distance, he has still said nothing. Or, rather, he has spoken  through the voice of Victor Hugo, Zola, Richepin. At least, they said so.  And these shameful impostures fed their authors. Cruel irony, the Poor  Man tormented with hunger feeds those who plead his case.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAlbert Campus\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EWe have grown literally afraid to be poor. We despise anyone who elects  to be poor in order to simplify and save his inner life. If he does not  join the general scramble and pant with the money-making street, we deem  him spiritless and lacking in ambition.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWilliam James\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EResolve not to be poor: whatever you have, spend less. Poverty is a great  enemy to human happiness; it certainly destroys liberty, and it makes some  virtues impracticable, and others extremely difficult.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESamuel Johnson \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003ETo be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and  watching for day through the whole long weary night; to listen to the falling  rain, and crouch for warmth beneath the lee of some old barn or rick, or  in the hollow of a tree; are dismal things -- but not so dismal as  the wandering up and down where shelter is, and beds and sleepers are by  thousands; a houseless rejected creature.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECharles Dickens"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8588829214730749806\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/understanding-poverty-quotes.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8588829214730749806"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8588829214730749806"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/understanding-poverty-quotes.html","title":"Understanding Poverty quotes"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8685882105226013260"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-10T07:19:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:46.206-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspiring quotes on ship ,sailing, and sea"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.hsh.name\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/026.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EI find the great thing in this world is not so much\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere we stand, as in what direction we are moving\u003Cbr\u003E- we must sail sometimes with the wind\u003Cbr\u003Eand sometimes against it - but we must sail,\u003Cbr\u003Eand not drift, nor lie at anchor.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThey come! Ships call!\u003Cbr\u003EThe hooves of night, the horses of the sea\u003Cbr\u003Ecome on below their manes of darkness.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd forever the river runs.\u003Cbr\u003EDeep as the tides of time and memory,\u003Cbr\u003Edeep as the tides of sleep, the river runs.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Wolf\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003E...there was a grandeur in everything around\u003Cbr\u003Ewhich gave a solemnity to the scene, a silence\u003Cbr\u003Eand solitariness which affected every part!\u003Cbr\u003ENo human being but ourselves for miles; and no sound\u003Cbr\u003Eheard but the pulsations of the great Pacific!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERichard Henry Dana\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EOur voyage hade commenced, and at last\u003Cbr\u003Ewe were away, gliding through the clean water\u003Cbr\u003Epast the reeds. Care was lifted from our shoulders,\u003Cbr\u003Efor we were free from advice, pessimism,officialism,  heat and hot air.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAdlard Coles\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThere is, one knows not what sweet\u003Cbr\u003Emystery about this sea, whose\u003Cbr\u003Egently awful stirrings seems to speak\u003Cbr\u003Eof some hidden soul beneath...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHerman Melville\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EIt's remarkable how quickly a good\u003Cbr\u003Eand favorable wind can sweep away the maddening\u003Cbr\u003Efrustrations of shore living.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EErnest K. 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You may come out of my play uncertain.  You may want to be sure. Look down on that feeling. We’ve got to  learn to live with a full measure of uncertainty. There is no last  word. That’s the silence under the chatter of our time. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohn Patrick Shanley, Doubt\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EThere lives more faith in honest doubt,  Believe me, than in half the creeds.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EAlfred Lord Tennyson\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EIsn't it the moment of most profound doubt that gives  birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is  the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one  could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity...\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EVaclav Havel\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EBelieve those who are seeking the truth; doubt those who find it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAndre Gide\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EThoughts are free and subject to no rule. On them rests  the freedom of man, and they tower above the light of nature... create a new heaven, a new firmament, a new source of energy  from which new arts flow.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EParacelsus"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/808070439707347397\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/quotes-on-skepticism-and-certainty.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/808070439707347397"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/808070439707347397"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/quotes-on-skepticism-and-certainty.html","title":"Quotes on Skepticism and Certainty"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7876992729301745784"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-08T05:37:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:46.493-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Seneca quotes on Giving and Gifts"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net\/hphotos-ak-ash3\/543658_289467874481165_100002538634321_636025_2072230672_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightblue\"height=\"710\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWe should give as we would receive, cheerfully, quickly, and  without hesitation; for there is no grace in a benefit that sticks  to the fingers.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESeneca \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThere is no delight in owning anything unshared.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESeneca\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EA gift consists not in what is done or given, but in the intention  of the giver or doer.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESeneca "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7876992729301745784\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/seneca-quotes-on-giving-and-gifts.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7876992729301745784"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7876992729301745784"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/seneca-quotes-on-giving-and-gifts.html","title":"Seneca quotes on Giving and Gifts"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4899993436377448552"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-06T16:32:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:46.606-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Woman poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Authentic love quotes by Honore de Balzac"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dancaimp.zip.net\/images\/mulheres.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"590\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EShe had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned  romance as she grew older--the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.\u003Cbr\u003E      \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Jane Austen, Persuasion\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003ENo woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.\u003Cbr\u003E      \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Honore de Balzac \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe man whom fate employs to awaken love in the heart of a young girl  is often unaware of his work and therefore leaves it uncompleted.\u003Cbr\u003E      \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Honore de Balzac \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAuthentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its expression, because actions speak louder than words. Unlike a feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.\u003Cbr\u003E       \u003Cfont color=red\u003EHonore de Balzac \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELove endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.\u003Cbr\u003E      \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Honore de Balzac \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELove is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.\u003Cbr\u003E      \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Honore de Balzac "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4899993436377448552\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/authentic-love-quotes-by-honore-de.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4899993436377448552"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4899993436377448552"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/authentic-love-quotes-by-honore-de.html","title":"Authentic love quotes by Honore de Balzac"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1500834897106288198"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-06T15:54:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:46.663-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Politics and freedom quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Quotes on Fanaticism and fanatics"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"     \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img36.imageshack.us\/img36\/2144\/41513505fh0cluo.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"715\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=ivory\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EAll mass movements generate in their adherents a readiness to die  and a proclivity for united action; all of them, irrespective of  the doctrine they preach and the program they project, breed  fanaticism, enthusiasm, fervent hope, hatred and intolerance;  all of them are capable of releasing a powerful flow of activity  in certain departments of life; all of them demand blind faith  and singlehearted allegiance. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EEric Hoffer,The True Believer\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EMere human beings can't afford to be fanatical about anything.  Not even about justice or loyalty. The fanatic for justice ends  by murdering a million helpless people to clear a space for his  law-courts. If we are to survive on this planet, there must be  compromises. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EStorm Jameson\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EIt is the nature of men having escaped one extreme, which by force  they were constrained long to endure, to run headlong into  the other extreme, forgetting that virtue doth always consist  in the mean. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESir Walter Raleigh"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1500834897106288198\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/quotes-on-fanaticism-and-fanatics.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1500834897106288198"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1500834897106288198"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/quotes-on-fanaticism-and-fanatics.html","title":"Quotes on Fanaticism and fanatics"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8248970066302753363"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-05T05:16:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:46.837-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational stories"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational Videos"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Starfish Story by Joel barker"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.mynaturebaby.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/Starfish.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"680\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E      \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe Star Thrower Story\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eas told by Joel Barker\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/Wc6peKPHlm4?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/Wc6peKPHlm4?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"430\" height=\"460\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EThere's a story I would like to share with you. It was inspired  by the writing of Loren Eiseley. Eiseley was a very special  person because he combined the best of two cultures.  He was a scientist and a poet. And from those two perspectives  he wrote insightfully and beautifully about the world and our role in it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EOnce upon a time, there was a wise man, much like Eiseley himself,  who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of  walking on the beach before he began his work. One day he was  walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he saw  a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to  think of someone who would dance to the day. So he began to walk  faster to catch up. As he got closer, he saw that it was a young  man and the young man wasn't dancing, but instead he was reaching  down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing  it into the ocean.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   As he got closer, he called out, \"Good morning! What are you doing?\"  The young man paused, looked up and replied \"Throwing starfish into the ocean.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"I guess I should have asked, Why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?\" \"The sun is up and the tide is going out. And if I don't throw them in they'll die.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"But young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it. You can't possibly make a difference!\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThe young man listened politely. Then bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves. \"It made a difference for that one!\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E His response surprised the man. He was upset. He didn't know how to reply. So instead, he turned away and walked back to the cottage to begin his writings.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   All day long as he wrote, the image of the young man haunted him. He tried to ignore it, but the vision persisted. Finally, late in  the afternoon he realized that he the scientist, he the poet, had  missed out on the essential nature of the young man's actions.  Because he realized that what the young man was doing was choosing  not to be an observer in the universe and make a difference.  He was embarrased.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E That night he went to bed troubled. When the morning came he awoke  knowing that he had to do something. So he got up, put on his  clothes, went to the beach and found the young man. And with him  he spent the rest of the morning throwing starfish into the ocean.  You see, what that young man's actions represent is something that  is special in each and everyone of us. We have all been gifted with  the ability to make a difference. And if we can, like that young  man, become aware of that gift, we gain through the strength of  our vision the power to shape the future.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAnd that is your challenge. And that is my challenge.\u003Cbr\u003E We must each find our starfish. And if we throw our \u003Cbr\u003Estars wisely and well, I have no question that\u003Cbr\u003E  the 21st century is going to be a wonderful place.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   Remember Vision without action is a dream. \u003Cbr\u003EAction without vision is simply passing the time. \u003Cbr\u003EAction with Vision is making a positive difference\u003Cbr\u003E     "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8248970066302753363\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/starfish-story-by-joel-barker.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8248970066302753363"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8248970066302753363"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/starfish-story-by-joel-barker.html","title":"Starfish Story by Joel barker"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1870367551453584900"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-04T04:45:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:46.951-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"What is Education ?by Thomas Moore"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"      \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/fc07.deviantart.net\/fs70\/f\/2011\/138\/3\/3\/3333f17016b1c0e54d9042cd1dbc50be-d3gmz9x.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge pink\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EEducation is not the piling on of learning, information,  data,facts, skills, or abilities--that's training or  instruction--but is rather a making visible what is hidden as a seed... To be educated, a person doesn't have to know much or be informed,  but he or she does have to have been exposed vulnerably to  the transformative events of an engaged human life... One of the greatest problems of our time is that many are  schooled but few are educated. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Moore\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWe have to start from the ground up and reconsider what education is. In my language, I'd like to see us educate the soul, and not just the mind. The result would be a person who could be in the world creatively, make good friendships, live in a place he loved, do work that is rewarding, and make a contribution to the community. People say that the word \"educate\" means to \"draw out\" a person's potential. But I like the \"duc\" - part in the middle of it. 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Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change.  Free of pain, free of the obligations of life and death.  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You will bask in the sunlight  one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you  a man is what you do when that storm comes.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003EAlexandre Dumas,The Count of Monte Cristo\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EHappiness is like those palaces in fairytales whose gates are  guarded by dragons: We must fight in order to conquer it. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EAlexandre Dumas\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EWe are always in a hurry to be happy...; for when we have suffered  a long time, we have great difficulty in believing in good fortune.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAlexandre Dumas\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EFor the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day  when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means  of which he speaks to God. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Alexandre 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quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"A Blessing for One Who is Exhausted by John O'Donohue,For a New Beginning by John O'Donoue,Inspiring Soul quotes by John O'Donoue"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EA Blessing for One Who is Exhausted\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJohn O'Donohue\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EOmar Akram-Last Dance   \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/DQTE2KJVUto?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/DQTE2KJVUto?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" 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spirit.\u003Cbr\u003EGravity begins falling inside you,\u003Cbr\u003EDragging down every bone.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The tide you never valued has gone out.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd you are marooned on unsure ground.\u003Cbr\u003ESomething within you has closed down;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd you cannot push yourself back to life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/stat18.privet.ru\/lr\/0a25277e9788c79885ab3b0d65689f20'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EYou have been forced to enter empty time.\u003Cbr\u003EThe desire that drove you has relinquished.\u003Cbr\u003EThere is nothing else to do now but rest\u003Cbr\u003EAnd patiently learn to receive the self\u003Cbr\u003EYou have forsaken for the race of days.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E At first your thinking will darken\u003Cbr\u003EAnd sadness take over like listless weather.\u003Cbr\u003EThe flow of unwept tears will frighten you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg 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color=pink\u003EIn out-of-the-way places of the heart,\u003Cbr\u003EWhere your thoughts never think to wander,\u003Cbr\u003EThis beginning has been quietly forming,\u003Cbr\u003EWaiting until you were ready to emerge.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/stat18.privet.ru\/lr\/0a25277e9788c79885ab3b0d65689f20'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EFor a long time it has watched your desire,\u003Cbr\u003EFeeling the emptiness growing inside you,\u003Cbr\u003ENoticing how you willed yourself on,\u003Cbr\u003EStill unable to leave what you had outgrown.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/stat18.privet.ru\/lr\/0a25277e9788c79885ab3b0d65689f20'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EIt watched you play with the seduction of safety\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the gray promises that sameness whispered,\u003Cbr\u003EHeard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,\u003Cbr\u003EWondered would you always live like this.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg 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awaits you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/3812\/mangiana.26\/0_3d88f_27880846_L.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s05.radikal.ru\/i178\/1002\/75\/c34bfb8279ed.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"640\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EGaspard David Friedrich Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EAs high over the mountains the eagle spreads its wings,\u003Cbr\u003E may your perspective be larger than the view from \u003Cbr\u003Ethe foothills. When the way is flat and dull in times \u003Cbr\u003Eof gray endurance, may your imagination continue to\u003Cbr\u003E evoke horizons.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohn O’Donohue\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/stat18.privet.ru\/lr\/0a25277e9788c79885ab3b0d65689f20'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EOnce the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never\u003Cbr\u003E go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special \u003Cbr\u003Elonging that will never again let you linger in the lowlands\u003Cbr\u003E of complacency and partial fulfillment. The eternal makes \u003Cbr\u003Eyou urgent. You are loath to let compromise or the threat\u003Cbr\u003E of danger hold you back from striving toward the summit\u003Cbr\u003E of fulfillment. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E John O'Donohue\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/stat18.privet.ru\/lr\/0a25277e9788c79885ab3b0d65689f20'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EYou are as young as you feel. 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In the trial of criminals, consider as much as you  can without prejudice to the plaintiff, how defenseless and open  the miserable are to the temptations of our corrupt and depraved nature,  and to that extent show yourself full of pity and clemency.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMiguel de Cervantes,Don Quixote      "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1728835758924232757\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-quotes-on-virtue-and-justice.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1728835758924232757"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1728835758924232757"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-quotes-on-virtue-and-justice.html","title":"Inspiring quotes on Virtue and justice by Miguel de Cervantes"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3142015682172882023"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-28T06:31:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:48.031-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Eternity quote by CHARLES WAGNER"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/lh3.ggpht.com\/_CXbbdp9JHqw\/St1crHx1FJI\/AAAAAAAAErA\/lkeRig29ZYk\/Crimson_by_RedSigns.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMan passes; he knows that he is dust; nothing is more evident  than his frailty. If he should for a single moment forget it,  what a chorus of voices would recall it to him! And yet, in  the drop of existence which he absorbs, he takes in ages  through memory and ages through presentiment.  In the moments as they pass, he dimly sees eternity, and more  than this, he possesses it by anticipation.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECHARLES WAGNER"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3142015682172882023\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/eternity-quote-by-charles-wagner.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3142015682172882023"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3142015682172882023"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/eternity-quote-by-charles-wagner.html","title":"Eternity quote by CHARLES WAGNER"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/lh3.ggpht.com\/_CXbbdp9JHqw\/St1crHx1FJI\/AAAAAAAAErA\/lkeRig29ZYk\/s72-c\/Crimson_by_RedSigns.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7483205342542499232"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-26T04:51:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:48.087-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Insightful and inspiring love quotes by Robert G. Ingersoll,G W Hegel,Theodore I Rubin ,Robert Louis Stevenson,Thomas Merton"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EFREDERIC DELARUE - Ballet of Light\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/grsHKyVZR1I?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/static1.pixdaus.com\/files\/items\/pics\/9\/74\/513974_1a7c9fc2fac6d5a09bfeb027267dea58_large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ELove is the only bow on Life's dark cloud. It is the morning  and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its  radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer  of poet, patriot and philosopher. It is the air and light  of every heart — builder of every home, kindler of every fire  on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality.  It fills the world with melody — for music is the voice of love.  Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless  things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay.  It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and  without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less  than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERobert G. Ingersoll\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/82\/652\/82652117_62704943_iro.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/5626366-lg.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"690\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EThis is love. I have my self-consciousness not in myself but  in the other. I am satisfied and have peace with myself only  in this other and I AM only because I have peace with myself;  if I did not have it then I would be a contradiction that  falls to pieces. This other, because it likewise exists  outside itself, has its self-consciousness only in me; and  both the other and I are only this consciousness of  being-outside-ourselves and of our identity; we are only  this intuition, feeling, and knowledge of our unity.  This is love, and without knowing that love is both  a distinguishing and the sublation of this distinction,  one speaks emptily of it. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EGeorg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/82\/652\/82652117_62704943_iro.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/82\/963\/82963330_large_Innocence_by_RedSigns.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much,  talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and  loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and  gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.  It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled,  masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me  of human aliveness, humility and dignity but for my fool.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EDr Theodore I Rubin \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/82\/652\/82652117_62704943_iro.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-W6lfvFgBiAI\/TzuZUXcqhFI\/AAAAAAAAVn4\/2fKOeiVh4B8\/s1600\/Second_Thoughts_internet.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EAdrian Gottlieb Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EFalling in love is the one illogical adventure, the one thing  of which we are tempted to think as supernatural, in our  trite and reasonable world. The effect is out of all proportion  with the cause. Two persons, neither of them, it may be,  very amiable or very beautiful, meet, speak a little, and  look a little into each other's eyes. That has been done  a dozen or so of times in the experience of either with no  great result. But on this occasion all is different.  They fall at once into that state in which another person  becomes to us the very gist and centrepoint of God's creation,  and demolishes our laborious theories with a smile; in which  our ideas are so bound up with the one master-thought that  even the trivial cares of our own person become so many acts  of devotion, and the love of life itself is translated into  a wish to remain in the same world with so precious and  desirable a fellow-creature.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERobert Louis Stevenson\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/82\/652\/82652117_62704943_iro.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/f2.foto.rambler.ru\/preview\/r\/668x613\/4b9c2a60-11ea-a88d-948f-b7f89b7f2f55\/39474_Kim_Anderson_100_122_388lo.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe beginning of love is the will to let those we love be  perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to  fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what  they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves,  then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of  ourselves we find in them.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Merton, No Man Is an Island\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/82\/652\/82652117_62704943_iro.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EOur job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether  or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact,  it is nobody's business. What we are asked to do is to love,  and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Merton "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7483205342542499232\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/insightful-and-inspiring-love-quotes-by.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7483205342542499232"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7483205342542499232"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/insightful-and-inspiring-love-quotes-by.html","title":"Insightful and inspiring love quotes by Robert G. 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quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Quotes on beauty and soul"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/static2.pixdaus.com\/files\/items\/pics\/6\/63\/16663_6ccbe9a6a0a34aadbb979b60f4b64e46_large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkorange\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=orangered\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EEvery beauty which is seen here below by persons  of perception resemble more than anything else that celestial  source from which we all are come....\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EMichelangelo \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orangered\u003EHeaven will be inherited by every man who has heaven in his soul.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EHenry Ward Beecher \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orangered\u003EIt is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn  again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003ERachel Carson \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orangered\u003EThose things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EOvid "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5772882988001576537\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/quotes-on-beauty-and-soul.html#comment-form","title":"0 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orange\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EAt first a small line of inconceivable splendour emerged on  the horizon, which, quickly expanding, the sun appeared in  all of his glory, unveiling the whole face of nature, vivifying  every colour of the landscape, and sprinkling the dewy earth  with glittering light. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Ann Radcliffe"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4415966936318494090\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/nature-quote-by-ann-radcliffe.html#comment-form","title":"1 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And we should call every truth false which was  not accompanied by at least one laugh. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Friedrich Nietzsche\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003Eit is better to be happy  for a moment  and be burned up with beauty  than to live a long time  and be bored all the while  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E  Don Marquis\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EA string of excited, fugitive, miscellaneous pleasures is not  happiness; happiness resides in imaginative reflection and  judgment, when the picture of one's life, or of human life,  as it truly has been or is, satisfies the will, and is gladly accepted.   \u003Cfont color=red\u003E George Santayana\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2250906806795576135\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-happiness-quotes-by-friedrich.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2250906806795576135"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2250906806795576135"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-happiness-quotes-by-friedrich.html","title":"Inspiring Happiness quotes by Friedrich Nietzsche,George Santayana , Don Marquis"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8123289028450231678"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-24T04:28:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:48.368-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Mind quote by Arthur Conan Doyl"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-BuH869c_bmc\/Trv8ECdckOI\/AAAAAAAAA7U\/-Ty8v2GrSPg\/s1600\/217102_208565985828274_100000246221783_757675_6304924_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"710\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMy mind,\" he said, \"rebels at stagnation. Give me problems,  give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most  intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere.  I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor  the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.  That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or  rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.”\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of Four"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8123289028450231678\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/mind-quote-by-arthur-conan-doyl.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8123289028450231678"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8123289028450231678"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/mind-quote-by-arthur-conan-doyl.html","title":"Mind quote by Arthur Conan Doyl"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-BuH869c_bmc\/Trv8ECdckOI\/AAAAAAAAA7U\/-Ty8v2GrSPg\/s72-c\/217102_208565985828274_100000246221783_757675_6304924_n.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1862433086436087373"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-23T15:23:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:48.481-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Peace quotes and poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inner peace quote by Peace Pilgrim"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/digilander.libero.it\/ANIMA.digatta.NERA\/a0302a69b993bf14be4bbdaf4ddca90a.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThere is a criterion by which you can judge whether the thoughts  you are thinking and the things you are doing are right for you.  The criterion is: Have they brought you inner peace? If they  have not, there is something wrong with them \/ so keep seeking!  If what you do has brought you inner peace, stay with what you  believe is right.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EPeace Pilgrim"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1862433086436087373\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inner-peace-quote-by-peace-pilgrim.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1862433086436087373"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1862433086436087373"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inner-peace-quote-by-peace-pilgrim.html","title":"Inner peace quote by Peace Pilgrim"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1393308633320450020"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-23T15:15:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:48.536-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Peace quotes and poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Peace and love quote by Maíread Maguire"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.fotoblur.com\/imgs\/0\/0\/1\/5\/4\/4\/4\/204858.jpg?v=0'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E  \u003Cfont color=yellow\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWe frail humans are at one time capable of the greatest good  and, at the same time, capable of the greatest evil.  Change will only come about when each of us takes up the daily  struggle ourselves to be more forgiving, compassionate, loving,  and above all joyful in the knowledge that, by some miracle  of grace, we can change as those around us can change too.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMaíread Maguire"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1393308633320450020\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/peace-and-love-quote-by-mairead-maguire.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1393308633320450020"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1393308633320450020"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/peace-and-love-quote-by-mairead-maguire.html","title":"Peace and love quote by Maíread Maguire"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1863087005327715543"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-22T04:54:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:48.591-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"The awakening by Thomas Merton"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/6103\/87848796.3c3\/0_d8732_f2b7a388_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge chocolate\"height=\"520\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWhen we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see  the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers  to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are  really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when,  like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet  pond with a solitary splash - at such times the awakening,  the turning inside out of all values, the \"newness,\" the emptiness  and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these  provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Merton"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1863087005327715543\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/the-awakening-by-thomas-merton.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1863087005327715543"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1863087005327715543"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/the-awakening-by-thomas-merton.html","title":"The awakening by Thomas Merton"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8258825063829812413"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-21T05:52:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:48.757-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"The feeling of being at sea by Steve Callahan\/Sea Quote"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/3135081-lg.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge maroon\"height=\"700\"width=\"530\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orangered\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EI wish I could describe the feeling of being at sea, the anguish,  frustration, and fear, the beauty that accompanies threatening  spectacles, the spiritual communion with creatures in whose  domain I sail. There is a magnificent intensity in life that comes  when we are not in control but are only reacting, living, surviving.  I am not a religious man per se. But for me, to go to sea is to  glimpse the face of God. At sea i am reminded of my insignificance-  of all men's insignificance. 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Humor"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/farm7.staticflickr.com\/6096\/6215950564_2488fcf258_z.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWhen you think things are bad,\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen you feel sour and blue,\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen you start to get mad...\u003Cbr\u003Eyou should do what I do!\u003Cbr\u003EJust tell yourself, Duckie, \u003Cbr\u003Eyou're really quite lucky!\u003Cbr\u003ESome people are much more...\u003Cbr\u003Eoh, ever so much more...\u003Cbr\u003Eoh, muchly much-much more\u003Cbr\u003Eunlucky than you! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EDr. Seuss\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EI like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy  is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of  looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope,  which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at  life's realities.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EDr. Seuss\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003ENonsense wakes up the brain cells. And it helps develop  a sense of humor, which is awfully important in this  day and age. Humor has a tremendous place in this sordid  world. It's more than just a matter of laughing. 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It’s an overflowing energy. \u003Cbr\u003EThat’s why children can laugh and their laughter is total.\u003Cbr\u003E Their whole body is involved in it — when they laugh you \u003Cbr\u003Ecan see their toes laughing. The whole body, every cell,\u003Cbr\u003E every fiber of the body, is laughing and vibrating. \u003Cbr\u003EThey are so full of health, so vital; everything is flowing.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EA sad child means an ill child, and a laughing old man means  he is still young. Even death cannot make him old, nothing  can make him old. His energy is still flowing and overflowing,  he is always flooded. Laughter is a flooding of energy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EMy emphasis is to increase your cheerfulness, your laughter,  because this world is not for the miserable. This world is  not for the people who have become too accustomed to anxiety,  anguish. This world belongs to those who live moment to  moment in utter ecstasy. Cheerfulness, nonseriousness,  a sense of humor to me are very fundamental qualities  of a religious being.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EIf we can fill the whole earth with laughter, with dancing  and singing — people singing and swinging! — if we can make  the earth a carnival of joy, a festival of lights, we will  have brought for the first time a true sense of religiousness  to the earth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/9000674873112640061\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-quotes-on-laughter-by-osho.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/9000674873112640061"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/9000674873112640061"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-quotes-on-laughter-by-osho.html","title":"Inspiring Quotes on Laughter by Osho"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8372324075101235883"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-19T06:45:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:49.036-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"BEGINNING QUOTES"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/static1.pixdaus.com\/files\/items\/pics\/4\/62\/514462_3f1c244da50bfeed2d2df4ad55e483f5_large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gold\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellow\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EEvery new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Seneca\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EThere are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth... not going all the way, and not starting.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EBuddha \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EThe secret to a rich life is to have more beginnings than endings.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EDavid Weinbaum \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EThough no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone  an start from now and make a brand new ending.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECarl Bard\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EThe birth of all things is weak and tender; and therefore  we should have our eyes intent on beginnings.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMichel De Montaigne \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8372324075101235883\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/beginning-quotes.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8372324075101235883"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8372324075101235883"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/beginning-quotes.html","title":"BEGINNING QUOTES"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4650741780645051135"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-19T05:14:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:49.092-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Quotes on  learning and intelligence"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img.kidsnet.cn\/upfile\/baby\/fashion\/topic\/details\/img\/2119906148749477.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EA teacher who can arouse a feeling for one single good action,  for one single good poem, accomplishes more than he who fills  our memory with rows and rows of natural objects, classified  with name and form.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohann Wolfgang von Goethe\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EHuman beings do not carry civilization in their genes. All that  we do carry in our genes are certain capacities-- the capacity  to learn to walk upright, to use our brains, to speak, to relate  to our fellow men, to construct and use tools, to explore  the universe, and to express that exploration in religion,  in art, in science, in philosophy.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EMargaret Mead "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4650741780645051135\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/quotes-on-learning-and-intelligence.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4650741780645051135"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4650741780645051135"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/quotes-on-learning-and-intelligence.html","title":"Quotes on  learning and intelligence"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8043563823316064409"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-18T06:44:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:49.148-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"French poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Ne m’appelle pas étranger par Rafael Amor\/un joli poème de tolérance et d'humanisme."},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.difrusciaphotography.com\/images\/Unchained_Melody.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"740\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E      \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ENe m’appelle pas étranger\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EChanson écrite par Rafael Amor\u003Cbr\u003ETitre original : \"No me llames estranjero\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusique:Adam Hurst-Sparrow\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/kX4-OMWCdCc?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/kX4-OMWCdCc?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"360\" height=\"360\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger parce que je suis né en terre lointaine, Ou parce que le pays d'où je viens porte un autre nom.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger parce qu'un autre sein m'a nourri\u003Cbr\u003EOu parce que les histoires de mon enfance se disaient dans une autre langue.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger parce que l'amour d'une mère \u003Cbr\u003ENous apporte à tous la même lumière par leurs chants\u003Cbr\u003E  et leurs caresses quand elles nous bercent serrés\u003Cbr\u003E à leurs poitrines.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger, oublie d’où je viens.\u003Cbr\u003E  Il vaut mieux penser où nous allons et où nous conduit le temps. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger parce que ton pain et ton feu\u003Cbr\u003ECalment ma faim et mon froid, et parce que ton toit m’abrite.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ENe m’appelle pas étranger. Ton blé est comme mon blé, \u003Cbr\u003ETa main comme la mienne, ton feu comme mon feu,\u003Cbr\u003EEt la faim n’avertit jamais : elle change sans cesse de victime.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ETu m'appeles étranger parce que j’ai suivi ce chemin,\u003Cbr\u003EParce que je suis né dans un autre pays, parce \u003Cbr\u003Eque j'ai connu d'autres océans \u003Cbr\u003EEt appareillé dans d’autres ports.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ELes mouchoirs éventés pour se dire adieu \u003Cbr\u003Esont pourtant les mêmes, \u003Cbr\u003EComme sont les mêmes les yeux pleins de larmes\u003Cbr\u003E de ceux que nous laissons, \u003Cbr\u003Eles amis qui nous appellent, identique est \u003Cbr\u003El’amour de celle qui rêve au jour de notre retour.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger. Nous portons le même cri,\u003Cbr\u003E  Nous partageons la même vieille fatigue que nous\u003Cbr\u003E  traînons derrière nous\u003Cbr\u003EDepuis le début des temps. Quand les frontières \u003Cbr\u003En'existaient pas encore. \u003Cbr\u003EBien avant la venue de ceux qui divisent , \u003Cbr\u003EDe ceux qui vendent nos rêves, \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger. C'est un mot triste, \u003Cbr\u003EUn mot froid qui évoque l'oubli et l’exil.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger. Regarde ton fils courir avec le mien, \u003Cbr\u003EMain dans la main, jusqu'au bout du chemin.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger parce qu'ils ne savent\u003Cbr\u003E rien sur les langues,les frontières, les drapeaux.\u003Cbr\u003E Regarde-les s’échapper dans le ciel dans une joie qui  telle une colombe les réunit dans leur vol.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger. Pense à ton frère et au mien, \u003Cbr\u003ELe corps criblé de balles, embrassant mort le sol.\u003Cbr\u003EIls n’étaient pas des étrangers : ils se connaissaient depuis toujours. \u003Cbr\u003EIls sont morts libres pour l’éternelle liberté.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ENe m'appelle pas étranger. Regarde-moi dans les yeux, \u003Cbr\u003EAu-delà de la haine, de l'égoïsme et de la peur et avec les yeux  du coeur et d ame.\u003Cbr\u003E  Tu verras que, moi aussi, je suis un être humain. Je ne peux pas être un étranger.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8043563823316064409\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/ne-mappelle-pas-etranger-par-rafael.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8043563823316064409"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8043563823316064409"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/ne-mappelle-pas-etranger-par-rafael.html","title":"Ne m’appelle pas étranger par Rafael Amor\/un joli poème de tolérance et d\u0026#39;humanisme."}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8369245183002596710"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-18T04:26:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:49.205-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Life in the fields by Victor Hugo\/The original version in French:La vie aux champs"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s4.images.drive2.ru\/user.blog.photos\/x4\/0400\/000\/000\/282\/202\/88ce7df612be66ce-large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EVI. Life in the fields\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EVictor Hugo(1880)\u003Cbr\u003EDrawn from Contemplations, Aurore\u003Cbr\u003Etranslated by Geoffrey Barto\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EIn the country at night, one goes out for a walk,\u003Cbr\u003EThe poor man in his field, the rich man in his domain;\u003Cbr\u003EMe, I go forward; the poet in every place\u003Cbr\u003EFeels himself at home, sensing he is everywhere with God.\u003Cbr\u003EWillingly I go alone. I meditate or listen.\u003Cbr\u003EHowever, if someone wishes to come along,\u003Cbr\u003EI accept. Every person has something to share,\u003Cbr\u003EEvery man is a book in which God, Himself, writes.\u003Cbr\u003EEach time one of these books falls into my hands,\u003Cbr\u003EA volume where lives a soul and that is sealed in the tomb,\u003Cbr\u003EI read it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.shareapic.net\/images7\/023272068.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EEach night I therefore leave, have a break,\u003Cbr\u003EI go out. Along the way I visit friends I have.\u003Cbr\u003EWe take some air at the end of the garden, as family.\u003Cbr\u003EThe dew dampens the benches a little beneath the trees;\u003Cbr\u003ELittle matter! I sit, and I do not know why\u003Cbr\u003EAll the little children gather around me.\u003Cbr\u003EOnce I am seated, there they all come.\u003Cbr\u003EIt's just they know I have their tastes; they remember\u003Cbr\u003EThat I like them love the air, the flowers, butterflies,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the animals one sees running in the fields.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.shareapic.net\/images7\/023272068.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EThey know that I'm a man who loves them,\u003Cbr\u003EA being around whom they can play, and even\u003Cbr\u003EShout, make noise, talk out loud;\u003Cbr\u003EThat I laughed like them and still more in the past,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd that today, though I only watch their frolicking,\u003Cbr\u003EI still smile at them, though I am most sad;\u003Cbr\u003EThey say, sweet friends, that I never know\u003Cbr\u003EHow to get angry; they have fun with me; I do\u003Cbr\u003EThings on paper, drawings with my pen;\u003Cbr\u003EThat I tell - even as the lamps are lit -\u003Cbr\u003EOh! charming stories that make you fear the night,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd finally, that I'm sweet, not proud or too instructive.\u003Cbr\u003ESo when they have seen me: \"There he is!\" All run.\u003Cbr\u003EThey leave behind their games and surround me\u003Cbr\u003EWith their lovely, large child-eyes, without fear or rancor,\u003Cbr\u003EWhich seem forever as blue as the blue of the sky.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.shareapic.net\/images7\/023272068.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EThe children - when one is small, one is brave-\u003Cbr\u003EClimb on my knees; the bigger ones have a serious air;\u003Cbr\u003EThey bring me blackbird nests they have found,\u003Cbr\u003EAlbums, pencils that come from Paris;\u003Cbr\u003EThey consult me, have a hundred things to tell,\u003Cbr\u003EThey speak, we chat, above all one laughs;-I love laughter,\u003Cbr\u003ENot the ironic laugh of sarcastic jeerers,\u003Cbr\u003EBut the sweet honest laugh of the open mouth and heart,\u003Cbr\u003EWhich at the same time reveals pearls and souls.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.shareapic.net\/images7\/023272068.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EI admire the pencils, the albums, the blackbird nests;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd sometimes they say, when I have finished admiring:\u003Cbr\u003E\"That's the same opinon as Monsieur the Cure's.\"\u003Cbr\u003EThen, when they have chatted together at their leisure,\u003Cbr\u003EThey move, suddenly, the bigger ones leaning on my chair,\u003Cbr\u003EThe smaller ones always grouped at my knees, and then\u003Cbr\u003ESilence, and that means, \"Talk to us.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.shareapic.net\/images7\/023272068.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EI talk to them of everything. My speeches sew in them\u003Cbr\u003EBoth ideas and facts. As they like me, they like\u003Cbr\u003EWhat I tell them. I point out to them\u003Cbr\u003EThe sky, God who's hiding there, and the stars one sees.\u003Cbr\u003EAll, to look at them, listen. I tell how\u003Cbr\u003EWe must think, dream, seek. God blesses man,\u003Cbr\u003ENot for having found, but for having sought.\u003Cbr\u003EI say, \"Give alms to the poor, humble and stooped,\u003Cbr\u003ESweetly receive lessons or blame,\u003Cbr\u003EGive and receive, it's to give life the soul!\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.shareapic.net\/images7\/023272068.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E I tell them about life, and that, in our suffering,\u003Cbr\u003EGoodness must be at the bottom of our tears,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd that in our happiness, and in our delight,\u003Cbr\u003EGoodness must be at the bottom of our laughter.\u003Cbr\u003EThat to be good is to live well; and that adversity\u003Cbr\u003ECan always stalk a soul, save for the good;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd that the mean, in their profound hatred,\u003Cbr\u003EAre wrong to accuse God. Great God! No man in the world\u003Cbr\u003EHas the right, in choosing his path, and following it,\u003Cbr\u003ETo say that it's you who made him mean;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.shareapic.net\/images7\/023272068.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EFor the mean, Lord, are not necessary to you.\u003Cbr\u003EI also tell them history; the misery\u003Cbr\u003EOf the Jewish people, cursed that one must finally bless;\u003Cbr\u003EGreece, shining up to the future;\u003Cbr\u003ERome; ancient Egypt and its shadeless plains,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd all that one sees there, sinister and somber,\u003Cbr\u003ETerrifying places! all die; the human noise ends.\u003Cbr\u003EAll those demons carved in blocks of granit,\u003Cbr\u003EMonstrous Olympia of dark epoques,\u003Cbr\u003ESphinxes, Anubises, Ammons, Mercuries,\u003Cbr\u003ESitting in the desert 4000 years.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.shareapic.net\/images7\/023272068.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EAround them the wind blows, and the burning sand\u003Cbr\u003ERises, like a sea out of which poke their enormous heads;\u003Cbr\u003EThe mutilated stone has kept some form\u003Cbr\u003EOf statue or of specter, and first recalls\u003Cbr\u003EThe folds of a sheet draped over the face of a corpse;\u003Cbr\u003EOne first perceives the forehead, the nose, the mouth,\u003Cbr\u003EThe eyes, I do not know what fierce and horrible thing,\u003Cbr\u003EWhich looks and sees, vague and hideous mask.\u003Cbr\u003EThe night traveller, who passes by them,\u003Cbr\u003EFearful, and thinking to see, in the light of the stars,\u003Cbr\u003EGiants, chained and mute beneath their veils."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8369245183002596710\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/life-in-fields-by-victor-hugothe.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8369245183002596710"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8369245183002596710"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/life-in-fields-by-victor-hugothe.html","title":"Life in the fields by Victor Hugo\/The original version in French:La vie aux champs"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-78825849310823664"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-17T07:46:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:49.374-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Kurt Vonnegut Quote on Humanism"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net\/hphotos-ash4\/s720x720\/377305_493029040715353_846334987_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"690\"width=\"530\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EMorteza Katouzian\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EHumanists try to behave decently and honourably without any  expectation of rewards or punishments in an afterlife.  And, since the creator of the universe is to them unknowable  so far, they serve as best can the highest abstraction of  which they have some understanding, which is their community.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/78825849310823664\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/kurt-vonnegut-quote-on-humanism.html#comment-form","title":"0 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\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/static2.pixdaus.com\/files\/items\/pics\/9\/61\/178961_5633560e53635f79295bf6818b060873_large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ELet children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful  blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous  inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains  and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they  will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E John Muir, A Thousand-Mile Walk to the Gulf "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8590510453216087584\/comments\/default","title":"Post 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Lowell"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net\/hphotos-ak-snc7\/485759_371740229537910_100001058077226_1077740_1212257715_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge dodgerblue\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EA GENTLENESS THAT GROWS\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby James Russell Lowell\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EA gentleness that grows of steady faith; \u003Cbr\u003EA joy that sheds it sunshine everywhere; \u003Cbr\u003EA humble strength and readiness to bear \u003Cbr\u003EThose burthens which strict duty ever lay'th \u003Cbr\u003EUpon our souls;--which unto sorrow saith, \u003Cbr\u003E\"Here is no soil for thee to strike thy roots, \u003Cbr\u003EHere only grow those sweet and precious fruits; \u003Cbr\u003EWhich ripen for the soul that well obey'th; \u003Cbr\u003EA patience which the world can neither 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src='http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/3337084-lg.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EDISAPPOINTMENT\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby James Russell Lowell\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EI pray thee call not this society; \u003Cbr\u003EI asked for bread, thou givest me a stone; \u003Cbr\u003EI am an hungered, and I find not one \u003Cbr\u003ETo give me meat, to joy or grieve with me; \u003Cbr\u003EI find not here what I went out to see--\u003Cbr\u003ESouls of true men, of women who can move \u003Cbr\u003EThe deeper, better part of us to love, \u003Cbr\u003ESouls that can hold with mine communion free. \u003Cbr\u003EAlas! must then these hopes, these longings high, \u003Cbr\u003EThis yearning of the soul for brotherhood, \u003Cbr\u003EAnd all that makes us pure, and wise, and good, \u003Cbr\u003ECome broken-hearted, home 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style=\"border:6px ridge greenyellow\"height=\"500\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ETo become mature is to recover that sense of seriousness which one had as a child at play.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFriedrich Nietzsche\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/blog.peekaboophotos.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/DSC_0593-.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ETo aid thy mind's development, to watch\u003Cbr\u003E  Thy dawn of little joys, to sit and see\u003Cbr\u003E    Almost thy very growth, to view thee catch\u003Cbr\u003E      Knowledge of objects, wonders yet to thee!\u003Cbr\u003E        To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee,\u003Cbr\u003E          And print on thy soft cheek a parents kiss,\u003Cbr\u003E            This, it should seem, was not reserved 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src='http:\/\/pcdn.500px.net\/2578472\/ad36ea36f684d7508202ebe8e20d7ad467ac0031\/4.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge mediumturquoise\"height=\"675\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EEarth teach me stillness\u003Cbr\u003Eas the grasses are stilled with light.\u003Cbr\u003EEarth teach me suffering\u003Cbr\u003Eas the old stones suffer with memory.\u003Cbr\u003EEarth teach me humility\u003Cbr\u003Eas blossoms are humble with beginning.\u003Cbr\u003EEarth teach me caring\u003Cbr\u003Eas the mother who sucures her young.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Earth teach me courage\u003Cbr\u003Eas the tree which stands all alone.\u003Cbr\u003EEarth teach me limitation\u003Cbr\u003Eas the ant which crawls on the ground.\u003Cbr\u003EEarth teach me freedom\u003Cbr\u003Eas the eagle which soars in the sky.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Earth teach me resignation\u003Cbr\u003Eas the leaves which die in the 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-Improvement"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_QjNswq89a48\/TTslSLFWyVI\/AAAAAAAAADI\/qrGKaoUHxKo\/s1600\/thuc+tinh+tung+ngay.png'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gold\"height=\"660\"width=\"490\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=gold\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe small man thinks that small acts of goodness are of no  benefit, and does not do them; and that small deeds of evil  do no harm, and does not refrain from them. Hence, his  wickedness becomes so great that it cannot be concealed,  and his guilt so great that it cannot be pardoned.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECONFUCIUS\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EVirtue is more to a man than either water or fire.  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Solzhenitsyn,Felix Adler,Frederick Buechner,Fyodor Dostoyevski"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe quit places in the mind\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAldous Huxley\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i48.servimg.com\/u\/f48\/15\/88\/74\/85\/sleep154.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EKevin Beilfuss Art \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EJOHN SOKOLOFF - Murza\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/RGYKYOUXhso?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/RGYKYOUXhso?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"420\" height=\"420\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EThere are quiet places also in the mind', he said meditatively. But we build bandstands and factories on them. Deliberately—  to put a stop to the quietness. ... All the thoughts, all  the preoccupations in my head — round and round, continually  What's it for? What's it all for? To put an end to the quiet,  to break it up and disperse it, to pretend at any  cost that it isn't there.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Ah, but it is; it is there, in spite of everything,at the back  of everything. Lying awake at night— not restlessly, but serenely,  waiting for sleep — the quiet  re-establishes itself, piece by piece; all the broken bits...  we've been so busily dispersing all day long.  It re-establishes itself, an inward quiet, like the outward  quiet of grass and trees. It fills one, it grows — a crystal  quiet, a growing, expanding crystal. It grows, it becomes  more perfect; it is beautiful and terrifying ...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  For one's  alone in the crystal, and there's no support from the outside,  there is nothing external and important, nothing external  and trivial to pull oneself up by or stand on ... There is  nothing to laugh at or feel enthusiast about. But the quiet  grows and grows. Beautifully and unbearably. And at last you  are conscious of something approaching; it is almost a faint  sound of footsteps.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Something inexpressively lovely and  wonderful advances through the crystal, nearer, nearer.  And, oh, inexpressively terrifying. For if it were to touch  you, if it were to seize you and engulf you, you'd die;  all the regular, habitual daily part of you would die ....  one would have to begin living arduously in the quiet,  arduously in some strange, unheard of manner.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EOn religion\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/b\/3\/3\/661\/3661208_1191398096_michal041.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EIn order to justify their behavior, they turn their theories  into dogmas, their bylaws into First Principles, their  political bosses into Gods and all those who disagree with  them into incarnate devils. This idolatrous transformation  of the relative into the Absolute and the all too human into  the Divine, makes it possible for them to indulge their ugliest  passions with a clear conscience and in the certainty that  they are working for the Highest Good. And when the current  beliefs come, in their turn, to look silly, a new set will  be invented, so that the immemorial madness may continue to wear  its customary mask of legality, idealism, and true religion.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAldous Huxely \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EOn Evil\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-oqfHUJvPIeU\/TfMpaon3OaI\/AAAAAAAAAA8\/uAQDEJPjbtQ\/s1600\/190111_10150164231538185_64655903184_7964016_3820812_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EIf only it were all so simple!If only there were evil  people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds,  and it were necessary only to separate them from  the rest of us and destroy them.But the line dividing  good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being.  And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EOn spirituality \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/blogimages.seniorennet.be\/karin1953\/1105744-a751c3f5adc458d60b44c9ad09cae3a9.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EThe unique personality which is the real life in me, I can  not gain unless I search for the real life, the spiritual  quality, in others. I am myself spiritually dead unless  I reach out to the fine quality dormant in others.  For it is only with the god enthroned in the innermost  shrine of the other, that the god hidden in me, will consent to appear.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EFelix Adler \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ELove quotes\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-sv33NrTtWVU\/TwfN278Kn8I\/AAAAAAAAC0k\/YoZsx5qajjI\/s640\/281457_149969218419241_129873020428861_322443_4043529_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"650\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ELee Bogle Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EYour life and my life flow into each other as wave flows  into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom  for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me.  To see reality not as we expect it to be but as it is is  to see that unless we live for each other and in and through  each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that  there can really be life only where there really is, in just  this sense, love.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFrederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.fondosescritorio.net\/wallpapers\/Naturaleza\/Lagos-Y-Montanas\/Lacsmontagnes-03.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge dodgerblue\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ELove all of God's creation, the whole of it and every grain  of sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God's light.  Love the animals, love the plants, love everything.  If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery  in things. Once you have perceived it, you will begin to  comprehend it better every day, and you will come at last  to love the world with an all-embracing love.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFyodor Dostoyevski  "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4407879951852262083\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-philosophical-quotes-on.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4407879951852262083"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4407879951852262083"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-philosophical-quotes-on.html","title":"inspiring philosophical  quotes on Meditation,Religion,Evil,Spirituality and love by aldous huxely , Aleksandr I. 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Ferguson"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/windowscom.ru\/uploads\/posts\/2011-01\/1295371210_windowscom.ru_1-1920x1200_3.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge forestgreen\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe Valleys of Life\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=white\u003EMarilyn Ferguson\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EI’ve viewed the world from lofty heights\u003Cbr\u003EI’ve flown just like a dove\u003Cbr\u003EI’ve perched upon the highest crest \u003Cbr\u003EOn mountaintops above. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EI’ve seen the towering snow-capped peaks\u003Cbr\u003EWhere eagles dare to fly\u003Cbr\u003EI’ve touched the moon, the universe\u003Cbr\u003EI've soared across the sky.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EFrom up above to valleys deep\u003Cbr\u003EI’ve lived so brave and bold\u003Cbr\u003EBut now I’m slowing down a bit\u003Cbr\u003EI know I’m growing old.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EJust like the blazing sun that sets \u003Cbr\u003EThe years have slipped away\u003Cbr\u003EI stop beside a peaceful stream\u003Cbr\u003EAnd close my eyes to pray.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003ENo longer do I rise above\u003Cbr\u003EThe mountaintops on high\u003Cbr\u003EBut down below, I quietly go\u003Cbr\u003EWhere sheep and cattle lie.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EI stroll across a field of grain\u003Cbr\u003ESuch beauty spilling over\u003Cbr\u003EA prairie filled with grass so green\u003Cbr\u003EA meadow full of clover.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EI venture to the woodlands\u003Cbr\u003EWhere a cricket can be heard\u003Cbr\u003EThe sights and sounds are so profound\u003Cbr\u003EThe chirping of a bird.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont 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\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.difrusciaphotography.com\/images\/Building-a-Mystery.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"740\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EFirst of all, although men have a common destiny, each  individual also has to work out his own personal salvation  for himself in fear and trembling. We can help one another  to find the meaning of life no doubt. But in the last analysis,  the individual person is responsible for living his own life  and for \"finding himself.\" If he persists in shifting his  responsibility to somebody else, he fails to find out  the meaning of his own existence. You cannot tell me who  I am and I cannot tell you who you are. If you do not know  your own identity, who is going to identify you?”\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Merton\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EEvery moment and every event of everyman's life on earth plants  something in his soul. 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mine\u003Cbr\u003Eyour mouth doesn’t lie\u003Cbr\u003EI love you because your mouth\u003Cbr\u003Eknows how to shout rebellion\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003Eif I love you it's because you are\u003Cbr\u003Emy love my accomplice and my everything\u003Cbr\u003Eand in the street arm in arm\u003Cbr\u003Ewe are many more than two\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003Eand for your open face\u003Cbr\u003Eand your wanderer’s footstep\u003Cbr\u003Eand your weeping for the world\u003Cbr\u003Ebecause you are of the people I love you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003Eand because love is not a halo\u003Cbr\u003Enor morality tale\u003Cbr\u003Eand because we are a couple\u003Cbr\u003Ethat knows it is not alone\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EI love you in my paradise\u003Cbr\u003Ewhich is to say that in my ideal country\u003Cbr\u003Epeople live happily\u003Cbr\u003Ewithout even having 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\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E tu boca que es tuya y mía \u003Cbr\u003Etu boca no se equivoca \u003Cbr\u003Ete quiero porque tu boca \u003Cbr\u003Esabe gritar rebeldía \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E si te quiero es porque sos \u003Cbr\u003Emi amor mi cómplice y todo\u003Cbr\u003E  y en la calle codo a codo \u003Cbr\u003Esomos mucho más que dos \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E y por tu rostro sincero \u003Cbr\u003Ey tu paso vagabundo \u003Cbr\u003Ey tu llanto por el mundo \u003Cbr\u003Eporque sos pueblo te quiero \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E y porque amor no es aureola \u003Cbr\u003Eni cándida moraleja \u003Cbr\u003Ey porque somos pareja \u003Cbr\u003Eque sabe que no está sola \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E te quiero en mi paraíso \u003Cbr\u003Ees decir que en mi país \u003Cbr\u003Ela gente viva feliz \u003Cbr\u003Eaunque no tenga permiso \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E si te quiero es porque sos \u003Cbr\u003Emi amor mi cómplice y todo \u003Cbr\u003Ey en la calle codo a codo \u003Cbr\u003Esomos mucho más 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Adams"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMy Comfort Zone\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EUnknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-fvwnjqNnLDE\/T4GyV0P4EAI\/AAAAAAAAALg\/bdleJ_f5lMU\/s1600\/331571_327533317271593_237963386228587_1214149_1388843246_o.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkkhaki\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EFRANCIS GOYA - If Tomorrow Never Comes \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ciframe width=\"420\" height=\"420\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/zQrpOzd8WE4\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EI used to have a comfort zone\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere I knew I wouldn't fail.\u003Cbr\u003EThe same four walls and busywork\u003Cbr\u003Ewere really more like jail.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI longed so much to do the things\u003Cbr\u003E I'd never done before,\u003Cbr\u003EBut stayed inside my comfort zone \u003Cbr\u003Eand paced the same old floor.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EI said it didn't matter that \u003Cbr\u003EI wasn't doing much.\u003Cbr\u003EI said I didn't care for things\u003Cbr\u003E like commission checks and such.\u003Cbr\u003EI claimed to be so busy with \u003Cbr\u003Ethe things inside the zone,\u003Cbr\u003EBut deep inside I longed for \u003Cbr\u003Esomething special of my own.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI couldn't let my life go by just watching others win.\u003Cbr\u003EI held my breath; I stepped outside and let the change begin.\u003Cbr\u003EI took a step and with new strength I'd never felt before,\u003Cbr\u003EI kissed my comfort zone goodbye and closed\u003Cbr\u003E and locked the door.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EIf you're in a comfort zone,\u003Cbr\u003Eafraid to venture out,\u003Cbr\u003ERemember that all winners were at one\u003Cbr\u003E time filled with doubt.\u003Cbr\u003EA step or two and words of praise can\u003Cbr\u003E  make your dreams come true.\u003Cbr\u003EReach for your future with a smile; \u003Cbr\u003Esuccess is there for you! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/64\/17\/64017832_4.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EStart Where You Stand\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBy Berton Braley\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/f8.ifotki.info\/org\/988cb14de2fad4884c90ccacce0cfe1ebc81cc90162476.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003E Alexander Averin Art \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EStart where you stand and never mind the past,\u003Cbr\u003EThe past won't help you in beginning new,\u003Cbr\u003EIf you have left it all behind at last\u003Cbr\u003EWhy, that's enough, you're done with it, you're through;\u003Cbr\u003EThis is another chapter in the book,\u003Cbr\u003EThis is another race that you have planned,\u003Cbr\u003EDon't give the vanished days a backward look,\u003Cbr\u003EStart where you stand.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EThe world won't care about your old defeats\u003Cbr\u003EIf you can start anew and win success;\u003Cbr\u003EThe future is your time, and time is fleet\u003Cbr\u003EAnd there is much of work and strain and stress;\u003Cbr\u003EForget the buried woes and dead despairs,\u003Cbr\u003EHere is a brand-new trial right at hand,\u003Cbr\u003EThe future is for him who does and dares,\u003Cbr\u003EStart where you stand. \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/64\/17\/64017832_4.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EKeep Them Close\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EUnknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/f8.ifotki.info\/org\/677d51bc38b6e151f03ef2aad5bac2c5bc81cc90162477.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightblue\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003E Alexander Averin Art \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EOne day a mother died.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd on that clear, cold morning,\u003Cbr\u003Ein the warmth of her bedroom,\u003Cbr\u003Ethe daughter was struck with\u003Cbr\u003Ethe pain of learning that sometimes\u003Cbr\u003Ethere isn't any more.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E No more hugs, no more lucky moments \u003Cbr\u003Eto celebrate together,\u003Cbr\u003Eno more phone calls just to chat,\u003Cbr\u003E  no more \"just one minute.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESometimes, what we care about the most \u003Cbr\u003Egoes away,never to return before we can\u003Cbr\u003E say good-bye, say \"I Love You.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E So while we have it … it's best we love it .\u003Cbr\u003EAnd care for it and fix it when it's broken\u003Cbr\u003Eand take good care of it when it's sick.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThis is true for marriage … and friendships!\u003Cbr\u003EAnd children with bad report cards;\u003Cbr\u003Eand dogs with bad hips;\u003Cbr\u003Eand aging parents and grandparents.\u003Cbr\u003EWe keep them because they are worth it,\u003Cbr\u003Ebecause we cherish them!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESome things we keep -\u003Cbr\u003Elike a best friend who moved away\u003Cbr\u003Eor a classmate we grew up with.\u003Cbr\u003EThere are just some things that\u003Cbr\u003Emake us happy, no matter what.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Life is important, and so are the people we know.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd so, keep them close!\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/64\/17\/64017832_4.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Recompense Of Goodness\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=white\u003EJohn S. Adams\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/night-gallery.ir\/images\/gallery\/Exis-Night%20Gallery-85038.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"680\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lightyellow\u003EWHEN our hours shall all be numbered,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the time shall come to die,\u003Cbr\u003EWhen the tear that long hath slumbered\u003Cbr\u003ESparkles in the watcher's eye,\u003Cbr\u003EShall we not look back with pleasure\u003Cbr\u003ETo the hour when some lone heart,\u003Cbr\u003EOf our soul's abundant treasure,\u003Cbr\u003EFrom our bounty took a part?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EWhen the hand of death is resting\u003Cbr\u003EOn the friend we most do love,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the spirit fast is hasting\u003Cbr\u003ETo its holy home above,\u003Cbr\u003EThen the memory of each favor\u003Cbr\u003EWe have given will to us be\u003Cbr\u003ELike a full and holy savor,\u003Cbr\u003EBearing blessings rich and free.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightyellow\u003EO, then, brother, let thy labor\u003Cbr\u003EBe to do good while you live,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd to every friend and neighbor\u003Cbr\u003ESome kind word and sweet smile give.\u003Cbr\u003EDo it, all thy soul revealing,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd within your soul you'll know\u003Cbr\u003EHow one look of kindly feeling\u003Cbr\u003ECause the tides of love to flow."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3277626781091148443\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/motivational-poems-on-life-and.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3277626781091148443"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3277626781091148443"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/motivational-poems-on-life-and.html","title":"Motivational poems on life and goodness:My Comfort Zone by author unknown;Start Where You Stand by Berton Braley;Keep Them Close by Unknown;The Recompense Of Goodness by John S. 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Dos palabras cansadas \u003Cbr\u003EDe ser dichas. Palabras \u003Cbr\u003EQue de viejas son nuevas. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Dos palabras tan dulces que la luna que andaba \u003Cbr\u003EFiltrando entre las ramas \u003Cbr\u003ESe detuvo en mi boca. Tan dulces dos palabras \u003Cbr\u003EQue una hormiga pasea por mi cuello y no intento \u003Cbr\u003EMoverme para echarla. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Tan dulces dos palabras \u003Cbr\u003E?Que digo sin quererlo? ¡oh, qué bella, la vida!? \u003Cbr\u003ETan dulces y tan mansas \u003Cbr\u003EQue aceites olorosos sobre el cuerpo derraman. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Tan dulces y tan bellas \u003Cbr\u003EQue nerviosos, mis dedos, \u003Cbr\u003ESe mueven hacia el cielo imitando tijeras. \u003Cbr\u003EOh, mis dedos quisieran \u003Cbr\u003ECortar estrellas.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ELa inquietud del rosal\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EAlfonsina Storni\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-F--whI1g_Ps\/TmOpYzGp69I\/AAAAAAAANQs\/BqyS4hyQT_g\/s1600\/6bd4b4c814e694f321dc052c429fe906.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"612\"width=\"475\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EEl rosal en su inquieto modo de florecer \u003Cbr\u003Eva quemando la savia que alimenta su ser. \u003Cbr\u003E¡Fijaos en las rosas que caen del rosal: \u003Cbr\u003ETantas son que la planta morirá de este mal! \u003Cbr\u003EEl rosal no es adulto y su vida impaciente \u003Cbr\u003Ese consume al dar flores precipitadamente."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5041852065223323658\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/dos-palabras-de-alfonsina-storni-la.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5041852065223323658"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5041852065223323658"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/dos-palabras-de-alfonsina-storni-la.html","title":"Dos palabras de Alfonsina Storni; La inquietud del rosal de Alfonsina Storni"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-F--whI1g_Ps\/TmOpYzGp69I\/AAAAAAAANQs\/BqyS4hyQT_g\/s72-c\/6bd4b4c814e694f321dc052c429fe906.jpg ","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6689390459554274292"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-04T06:48:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:50.921-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"You are unique because you were created  that way by Marianne Williamson\/Quote on differences and tulip"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/shanghaivision.net\/article_pic\/20110418080307.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkorange\"height=\"700\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EA tulip doesn't strive to impress anyone. It doesn't \u003Cbr\u003Estruggle to be different than a rose. It doesn't have\u003Cbr\u003E to. It is different. And there's room in the garden \u003Cbr\u003Efor every flower. You didn't have to struggle to make \u003Cbr\u003Eyour face different than anyone else's on earth.\u003Cbr\u003E It just is. You are unique because you were created\u003Cbr\u003E that way. Look at little children in kindergarten. \u003Cbr\u003EThey're all different without trying to be. As long \u003Cbr\u003Eas they're unselfconsciously being themselves, they \u003Cbr\u003Ecan't help but shine. It's only later, when children\u003Cbr\u003E are taught to compete, to strive to be better than \u003Cbr\u003Eothers, that their natural light becomes distorted.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMarianne Williamson \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-OLNeaE55kic\/TYDBguXOOSI\/AAAAAAAACXQ\/YB7UlAVGDd4\/s1600\/TulipGardenWithChildren.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"665\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6689390459554274292\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/you-are-unique-because-you-were-created.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6689390459554274292"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6689390459554274292"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/you-are-unique-because-you-were-created.html","title":"You are unique because you were created  that way by Marianne Williamson\/Quote on differences and tulip"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8593633714160626359"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-04T04:44:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:50.977-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Friendship quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Tagore quotes and poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Friend by Rabindranath Tagore;Keep Me Fully Glad by Rabindranath Tagore"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/bbs.cndesign.com\/photo_big\/2008-9\/27\/27213542-26.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge grey\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EFriend\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ERabindranath Tagore\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EArt thou abroad on this stormy night \u003Cbr\u003Eon thy journey of love, my friend? \u003Cbr\u003EThe sky groans like one in despair. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I have no sleep tonight. \u003Cbr\u003EEver and again I open my door and look out on \u003Cbr\u003Ethe darkness, my friend! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I can see nothing before me. \u003Cbr\u003EI wonder where lies thy path! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E By what dim shore of the ink-black river, \u003Cbr\u003Eby what far edge of the frowning forest, \u003Cbr\u003Ethrough what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading \u003Cbr\u003Ethy course to come to me, my friend? \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EKeep Me Fully Glad\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ERabindranath Tagore\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EKeep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand\u003Cbr\u003E in your hand.\u003Cbr\u003EIn the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart\u003Cbr\u003E and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you\u003Cbr\u003E with nothing.\u003Cbr\u003EI will spread myself out at your feet and lie still.\u003Cbr\u003E Under this clouded sky I will meet silence with silence.\u003Cbr\u003E I will become one with the night clasping the earth \u003Cbr\u003Ein my breast.\u003Cbr\u003EMake my life glad with nothing.\u003Cbr\u003EThe rains sweep the sky from end to end. Jasmines in \u003Cbr\u003Ethe wet untamable wind revel in their own perfume. \u003Cbr\u003EThe cloud-hidden stars thrill in secret. Let me fill\u003Cbr\u003E to the full my heart with nothing but my own depth of joy. 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Thus, he thinks that he is justly upset with\u003Cbr\u003E him, saying, 'If he hadn't come and spoken to me and troubled\u003Cbr\u003E me, I wouldn't have sinned.'  But this is folly and absurdity.\u003Cbr\u003E  Did the person that spoke to him give him that passion? \u003Cbr\u003E  He simply showed him that the passion existed within him, so\u003Cbr\u003E that, if he wanted to, he could repent of it.  He is like fine\u003Cbr\u003E bread bread that shines on the outside, but when one breaks it,\u003Cbr\u003E he see its moldeness.  In just the same way, he was sitting, \u003Cbr\u003Eas he thought, in peace, but he had this passion inside him he\u003Cbr\u003E was unaware of.  His brother said one word and revealed \u003Cbr\u003Ethe filth hidden inside him.  Therefore if he wants to receive\u003Cbr\u003E mercy, he must repent, purify himself, progress and he must \u003Cbr\u003Eunderstand that he ought to thank his brother for being\u003Cbr\u003E the great cause of his spiritual benefit.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESaint Dorotheos of Gaza"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8760337445471773068\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/a-quote-by-saint-dorotheos-of-gaza-on.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8760337445471773068"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8760337445471773068"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/a-quote-by-saint-dorotheos-of-gaza-on.html","title":"A Quote by Saint Dorotheos of Gaza on god, self, spirituality, divine, growth, learning, passions, and change"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5399052048127568510"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-02T07:24:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:51.201-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Peace quotes and poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"A common core of self by Joan Borysenko .Quote on Humanity and peace"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/6104\/87848796.3d0\/0_d8f30_e804f522_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge steelblue\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E...despite or differences, we''re all alike. Beyond identities\u003Cbr\u003E and desire, there is a common core of self - an essential\u003Cbr\u003E humanity whose nature is peace and whose expression is\u003Cbr\u003E thought and whose action is unconditional love. \u003Cbr\u003EWhen we identify with that inner core, respecting and\u003Cbr\u003E  honoring it in others as well as ourselves, we experience\u003Cbr\u003E healing in every area of life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJoan Borysenko\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EWhen we are capable of living in the moment free from \u003Cbr\u003Ethe tyranny of \"shoulds,\" free from the nagging sensation\u003Cbr\u003E that this moment isn't right, we will have peaceful\u003Cbr\u003E hearts.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJoan Borysenko"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5399052048127568510\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/a-common-core-of-self-by-joan-borysenko.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5399052048127568510"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5399052048127568510"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/a-common-core-of-self-by-joan-borysenko.html","title":"A common core of self by Joan Borysenko .Quote on Humanity and peace"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4962258702088402825"},"published":{"$t":"2012-04-30T14:00:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:51.427-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Childhood  poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Children quote by Charles Monroe Dickinson"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thehumanexperience2.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/01\/little-girl-with-butterfly-on-finger.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"540\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThey are idols of hearts and of households;\u003Cbr\u003E  They are angels of God in disguise;\u003Cbr\u003E    His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,\u003Cbr\u003E      His glory still gleams in their eyes;\u003Cbr\u003E        Those truants from home and from Heaven\u003Cbr\u003E          They have made me more manly and mild;\u003Cbr\u003E            And I know now how Jesus could liken\u003Cbr\u003E              The kingdom of God to a child.\u003Cbr\u003E      \u003Cfont color=red\u003ECharles Monroe Dickinson, The Children "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4962258702088402825\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/04\/children-quote-by-charles-monroe.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4962258702088402825"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4962258702088402825"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/04\/children-quote-by-charles-monroe.html","title":"Children quote by Charles Monroe Dickinson"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}}]}});