Gratitude is the memory of the heart.
quote by Saint Mary Euphrasia
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Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.
quote by Lionel Hampton
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Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart rendered to God for his goodness.
quote by Nathaniel Parker Willis
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I Am Quiet In Gratitude To God
I am quiet in gratitude to God
Saved again
Near tears in tears
Grateful to God
And trying within
To let the Gratitude be everything
And forget for a time
The fear that will return again-
Quiet in Gratitude to God
And wanting that Gratitude to be everything.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Qualifications for gratitude
To load off what is not required,
What is in excess or a burden,
What turned stale or left over,
Or what cannot be carried with
Will not account for gratitude.
What is given for a gain,
From fear or under duress
Also will not count for gratitude.
To bequeath at the end of life
Also does not earn gratitude.
02.09.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I live and will die by you
It is my memory of you
That kindles my spirit.
It is the same memory
That swindles my heart.
My head is full with your thought.
My bed is sore from the same thought.
Day by day pain aggravates;
The same way does my plight.
It is my memory of you
That gives me joy.
It is the same memory
That sends me to sorrow.
You throw on me the day and the night.
I enjoy both in different lights.
I cherish you in my memory;
I may perish from the same memory
29.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Come As You Are (LP Version)
Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...
song performed by by Nirvana
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Gratitude is our most direct line to God and the angels. If we take the time, no matter how crazy and troubled we feel, we can find something to be thankful for. The more we seek gratitude, the more reason the angels will give us for gratitude and joy to exist in our lives.
quote by Terry Lynn Taylor
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Gratitude changes the pangs of memory into a tranquil joy.
quote by Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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Hope has a good memory, gratitude a bad one.
quote by Baltasar Gracian
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Thankfulness is the beginning of gratitude. Gratitude is the completion of thankfulness. Thankfulness may consist merely of words. Gratitude is shown in acts.
quote by Henri Frederic Amiel
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Thank You for the Memory
My body tingles as I lay there still feeling your body wrapped around mine
I close my eyes and notice that there is nothing I can do but dream
For you have left me here with nothing but a memory
A memory of what we had what we were
A memory of nothing more at this time nothing to have to look forward to
My heart aches as I open my eyes and turn to see nothing but an empty bed
The scent of you makes me wonder what could have been
It makes me wonder what went so wrong
We had something that could never be replaced and not it has vanished right before my eyes
You think that the memory will be nothing more than a picture
They say “A memory will last a life time”
I say “A memory will only last a life time as long as you can keep it alive inside of your heart”
There is one thing that should be said
Thank You for the memory that will last me a lifetime of joy
~*Tosha*~
poem by Darkness Falls
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Be a conferrer.
Confer a favour; seek not a favour.
To confer means winning gratitude.
To win gratitude is superior
To showing gratitude for the favours.
29.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Memory (Thy Shall)
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
So delicate it may break.
A memory so lost,
So unwanted it tears apart,
Until it dies,
It shall go back to thy start.
A powerful memory it may be,
Or a memory that shall be overlooked,
Thy one shall let it see,
How thy memory is like a book.
But how powerful thy memory is,
It has to be stronger than a good memory,
A memory that has passion and feeling,
A memory that has greatness and becoming myself, I, and me.
Until that kind of memory is shown,
Thy memory shall be looked upon near and far,
Thy memory shall be kept hidden,
Until it shall be who we are.
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
so delicate it may break.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Thoughts on a memory
There is so little I can say,
and yet so much thought
has gone in today.
How the mind wanders
on the different alleys.
To retrieve a thought, a memory,
it's brought forth in vivid view,
to haunt my tormented soul..
I cling to the memory
of the almost-nothing.
Thinking it through
to create the almost-something.
As the days draw by
I think of that single memory.
I ponder on thoughts,
I know I should not have.
Yet, when the heart beats yearningly,
don't we all return to the memory?
To that single moment
when one word could make,
a whole new memory?
poem by Ranger Lady
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Gratitude ranks as the least of virtues, and the lack of gratitude is the worst of vices.
Gratitude helps you to grow and expand; gratitude brings joy and laughter into your life and into the lives of all those around you.
quote by Eileen Caddy
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Dead Memory
Your memory no longer lingers through my life.
You were there once and now your gone.
Your memory has died like a rose when it is cut from the rest of the world.
Your torns no longer cut my heart.
My voice no longer whispers you name,
I no longer look for you in other people in other faces.
I no longer dream of you or wish that I see you once again.
My heart no longer cries or bleeds for you, not no more.
You no longer haunt my dreams or my memories.
I finally found someone that keeps me warm at night,
I finally found someone who has helped me erase your memory.
I no longer fall and stumble but I now walk tall.
Your memory was a weight that I carried through out time
that now I am free.
I can say that I no longer love you, for you are a dead memory
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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Primavera
Some years, Spring steals in slow and steady,
evoking a daily increment of warmed gratitude.
Not this year: first it came too early,
then thought better of it: a nip of proper winter first
would strengthen human gratitude, thought Spring…
Now it’s trying again, reminded perhaps
that all this Easter stuff is due; and markets must recover…
the sunlight curves into that yard or too
of sheltered space in the garden where
I dare to sit, five minutes of passing sunlight one day,
ten the next, and so on.. will the warmth now
reach my medicated heart?
Botticelli – Marsilio Ficino breathing
over his shoulder, some suspect –
tried to cram all this into a 2-D version
of a moving 3-D world: the spinning top
of divine love, passing through
three worlds, the physical, mental, spiritual,
on the first day of eternal Spring itself.
A mighty work of failed success, successful failure,
God’s work depicted in a lick or two of fresh paint..
And I, sitting in the sun my fifteen minutes,
am Primavera too: sun on chest and legs,
upbeat thoughts in mind; and in that world of spirit,
the springing stirring of some memory
of that world sometimes inhabited,
where childlike wonder was the daily norm;
and later, that enthusiasm, stirring of the gods within,
that takes teenagers towards some ultimate career;
then, adult stirrings of the wiser heart:
praise; gratitude; and laughter; care, concern;
all ancient virtues loved for their own sake;
and shining there beyond, a glory and a splendour,
a light beyond belief…
these, to the wintered heart
bring again, the stronger for that testing time,
the first green showers of the loving spring of truth.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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