Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible; Shakespeare's plays, for instance, seem to hang there complete by themselves. But when the web is pulled askew, hooked up at the edge, torn in the middle, one remembers that these webs are not spun in midair by incorporeal creatures, but are the work of suffering human beings, and are attached to the grossly material things, like health and money and the houses we live in.
quote by Virginia Woolf
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Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
quote by Virginia Woolf
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In attachment
In a happening, some are happy,
Some are sad and some, indifferent.
Attachments bring happiness and suffering.
Detachments deny sorrow and joy too.
Without attachment, mercy is not born.
Without attachment, purpose is not born.
Without involvement, interest is not born.
Without interest, no action takes place.
Attached, success bathes the ego.
Attached, failure soils the ego.
Attachment is still good if you hope
For the best and be for the worst
08.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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As the spokes of a wheel are attached to the hub, so all things are attached to life.
You've Attached Yourself to Me
You've attached yourself to me.
For purposes you choose to keep...
Discreet and secret.
And unconfessed.
As if to suggest...
Your intentions are nothing more,
Than to deceive with an intent...
I will come to disbelieve,
This is not the intention meant.
You asked how I would feel,
If from you I became detached?
You've attached yourself to me.
My peace of mind from me will not leave.
Since you had nothing to do with that!
Remember...
You've attached yourself to 'me'?
And I'm too honest with myself,
Not to recognize...
Manipulations that arrive,
With lies expressed in clouded eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Love&Death Poem) A (I Love You) Final Resting Place
Forever attached to the moment
Oh no
Oh no
I just can't let go
It can't end this way
Just listen to me
You will make it
You will live on
With you the kids are growing so strong
Forever attached to the moment
Oh no
Oh no
I just can't let go
No its not okay
You must fight
With all you strength
Think of those you love
Think of those who depend on you the most
Anything to keep you going
You are the one I love.
You the one that I just cant let go.
No matter how hard I try
I looked into her eyes and she died
I never got to say my final goodbye
A (I love you) final resting place
Forever attached to the moment
Oh no
Oh no
I just can't let go
In your eyes i see the beautiful sparkle of the of the snow
Just live on.
This is just so wrong.
My heart is already gone
It has jumped out my body and committed suicide
Just beat the hell out of my insides
Forever attached to the moment
Oh no
Oh no
I just can't let go
Sir but you have to the paramedic says
I'm sorry shes already gone
How could this happen?
Why me?
I thought we were destine to be.
A long lived family.
This will never be satisfactory.
I'll love her till the day I die.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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To You I Am Attached
To you I am attached
and our love is never only common,
it becomes something that never does lapse,
it expels the great longing
and sometimes its intensity scares me
when continually you look more beautiful.
To you I am attached
and our love is never only common,
it's much deeper than any other yearning,
when you look at me with sunshine glances
you do look really glamorous
and to me you are of critical importance;
to you I am attached
and our love is never only common.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pulled And Attached By Strings
When you look at my face,
Do you see me?
Do you know...
What's,
Behind my eyes?
When you look at my face,
Can you,
Feel me?
And then...
Do you realize,
That I am not a puppet...
On your string.
When you look at my face,
Do you see me?
Do you know...
What's,
Behind my eyes?
When you look at my face,
Can you,
Feel me?
And then...
Do you realize,
That I am not a puppet...
Pulled and attached by strings.
When you see me,
No I'll...
Be no one's puppet,
Pulled and attached by strings.
When you see me,
No I'll...
Be no one's puppet,
Pulled and attached by strings.
Can you,
Feel me?
No I'll...
Be no one's puppet,
Pulled and attached by strings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I see what happens when one gets very attached to material things. That's just not what my life is.
quote by Alicia Keys
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In conversion you are not attached primarily to an order, nor to an institution, nor a movement, nor a set of beliefs, nor a code of action - you are attached primarily to a Person, and secondarily to these other things.
quote by E. Stanley Jones
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Yet both are safe.
He is very much attached to his wife
And it does not prevent him from straying.
She is much attached to her husband
And yet is lured by men to slip from line.
Both will not let it grow to an extent
Of breaking their home so they can be safe.
03.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Peace Of Mind
I go anywhere that ol wind blows
Down a blactop road...anytime
No strings attached, no ties to tie me down
So why hang around, when I can fly
Chorus:
Im free, free to do as I please
Free to choose, free to be
Just plain me, just plain fine
Im here then Im there
Not a care in the world
What a cure for the soul...peace of mind
I go anywhere that ol wind blows
Down a blacktop road ...anytime
No strings attached, no ties to tie me down
So why hang around, when I can fly
I dont dare slow down for anything
What tomorrow brings suits me fine
And I dont dare look back on yesterday
Its a throw away better left behind
(repeat chorus)
I go anywhere that ol wind blows
Down a blacktop road...anytime
No strings attached, no ties to tie me down
So why hang around, when I can fly
So why hang around, when I can fly
song performed by by George Strait
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I Really Hope
I dont down this row before
Now Im coming back for more
This is like a dja-vu
I was born to be with you
Into the night we went to sleep
You and I were meant for peace
Into the night we went to play
You and i
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
So xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
We dont have to change at all
And our life will not xxx
Its one freedom all about
Into the night we go to sleep
You and I were meant for kiss
Into the night we go to play
You and i
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
I really hope that youll always be here
I really hope that youll always be near
Take really note that Ill always be here
I really hope that well always be near
song performed by by Cranberries
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He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.
If you think that you can think about a thing, inextricably attached to something else, without thinking of the thing it is attached to, then you have a legal mind.
quote by Henry C. Blinn
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There is an odd sense of responsibility attached to appearing in a drama about a real piece of history. A work of fiction is fun.
quote by James D'arcy
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Each investigation team has a lawyer attached to it and there was a lawyer attached to me and my assistant.
quote by Tony Greig
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People become attached to their burdens sometimes more than the burdens are attached to them.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
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I think I'm a people person. I get very attached to people. And I've become so attached to all the people on my show, the cast, the crew and the producers.
quote by Victoria Pratt
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The Shakespeare that Shakespeare became is the name that's attached to these astonishing objects that he left behind.
quote by Stephen Greenblatt
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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