February 11, 2003 at 10:37 am #29834
“It is high time that the ideal of success should be replaced by the ideal of service”
I have been collecting quotes and poems since high school, sort of a hobby. This is one of my favorites. Anybody else have any?February 11, 2003 at 4:23 pm #29835EemaMDParticipant
One of my latest favorites is the one I used in personal statement:
“Mountains cannot be surmounted except by winding paths.” – Goethe
And as my mother (and Jack Paar and countless others before them) used to say, “And this too shall pass”
P.S. Happy birthday to my mom (z”l) who would have been 62 today. I know she would be (is) proud of my accomplishments, but I wish she was here to share them.February 11, 2003 at 6:46 pm #29836MelissaGrayParticipant
Moving to general discussion…February 11, 2003 at 7:17 pm #29837rockfeverParticipant
Maya Angelou’s “Phenomenal Woman”. “I’m a woman, phenomenally. phenomenal woman, that’s me!” (quote) or Nikki Giovanni’s “Ego Tripping”. “I am so hip that even my errors are correct!” (quote)February 11, 2003 at 10:24 pm #29838StarflyrParticipant
LOL. Ok, mine’s not as deep but here ’tis:
“Don’t deam it – Be it!” -from the Rocky Horror Picture Show….
and a favorite poem by Percy Bysshe Shelly…
I MET a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
StarFebruary 13, 2003 at 1:09 am #29839ellieParticipant
A true friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words – AnonymousFebruary 19, 2003 at 7:05 am #29840
“The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated”.
-Mark Twain in a cable from London to the Associated Press.February 19, 2003 at 7:32 am #29841GracieThreeParticipant
When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced.
Live your life such that when you die, the world cries and YOU rejoice!February 19, 2003 at 8:56 am #29842
Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.
from the Messiah’s HandbookFebruary 19, 2003 at 8:58 am #29843
When once you have tasted flight, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward–for there you have been, and there you long to return.
Leonardo daVinciFebruary 19, 2003 at 9:03 am #29844
I will choose what enters me, what becomes
flesh of my flesh. Without choice, no politics,
no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield,
Not your uranium mine, not your calf
for fattening, not your cow for milking.
You may not use me as your factory.
Priests and legislators do not hold share
in my womb or my mind.
This is my body. If I give it to you,
I want it back. My life is a
Marge PiercyFebruary 20, 2003 at 8:43 am #29845
Are you the new person drawn towards me?
To begin with take warnind, I am surely far different than you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloyed satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this facade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought O dreamer that it may all be maya, illusion?
-Walt WhitmanFebruary 20, 2003 at 8:51 am #29846
Never love with all your heart,
It only ends in aching;
And bit by bit to the smallest part
That organ will be breaking.
Never love with all your mind,
It only ends in fretting;
In musing on sweet joys behind,
Too poignant for forgetting.
Never love with all your soul,
For such there is no ending.
Though a mind that frets may find control,
And a shattered heart find mending.
Give but a grain of the heart’s rich seed,
Confine some under cover,
And when love goes, bid him God-speed,
And find another lover.
-Countee CullenFebruary 20, 2003 at 9:08 am #29847
No coward soal is mine.
-Emily BronteFebruary 20, 2003 at 9:08 am #29848UCLABruinParticipant
“A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.”—Carl Sandburg
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