A scholar's ink lasts longer than a martyr's blood.
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A scholars ink lasts longer than a martyr's blood.
The ink of the scholar is more sacred than the blood of the martyr.
A scholar's ink is worth as much as the blood of the martyr.
The ink of a scholar is worth as much as the martyr's blood.
Messages will die
A message lasts no longer
Than the canvas bearing it.
A message lasts no longer
Than the language having it.
Language dying, no amount
Of saving, even in stones,
Of writings is possible.
Yet I leave my works behind.
28.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The great scholar forgets about fame, the average scholar works for it, and the unworthy scholar steals it.
Nothing Lasts Forever
Another day I wait,
Til' I see your face,
I still don't know why,
I'm waitin' in this place.
Oh why do I,
Have to decide?
When all I know,
Is you're on my mind.
So I must say,
Here now,
I must have,
Decided somehow.
Cause I know,
Nothing lasts forever,
So I'll go,
And make it all better.
We've spent our time,
With you as mine,
But now I know,
Nothing lasts forever,
So I'll go,
And make it all better.
Somehow.
I'm sorry it had to go this way,
But there's nothing I can say.
We've spent our time,
And let it go,
Now I know,
We shouldn't be together.
Cause I know,
Nothing lasts forever,
So I'll go,
And make it all better.
We've spent our time,
With you as mine,
But now I know,
Nothing lasts forever,
So I'll go,
And make it all better.
Somehow.
I can't believe,
This is happening,
I don't know,
Which way to go,
From here on the way,
I've sat here today,
Thinking about,
The only way out.
Cause I know,
Nothing lasts forever,
So I'll go,
And make it all better.
We've spent our time,
With you as mine,
But now I know,
Nothing lasts forever,
So I'll go,
And make it all better.
And I know,
Nothing lasts forever,
So I'll go,
And make it all better.
Nothing lasts forever,
So I'll go,
Because nothing lasts forever.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
Confucius in The Confucian Analects
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The humblest painter is a true scholar; and the best of scholars the scholar of nature.
quote by William Hazlitt
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The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
A scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
A scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
The ink of the scholar is more precious than the blood of martyrs.
Spleen
I'm like the king of a rain-country, rich
but sterile, young but with an old wolf's itch,
one who escapes Fénelon's apologues,
and kills the day in boredom with his dogs;
nothing cheers him, darts, tennis, falconry,
his people dying by the balcony;
the bawdry of the pet hermaphrodite
no longer gets him through a single night;
his bed of fleur-de-lys becomes a tomb;
even the ladies of the court, for whom
all kings are beautiful, cannot put on
shameful enough dresses for this skeleton;
the scholar who makes his gold cannot invent
washes to cleanse the poisoned element;
even in baths of blood, Rome's legacy,
our tyrants' solace in senility,
we cannot warm up his shot corpse, whose food
is syrup-green Lethean ooze, not blood.
poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Martyr Material
Its different now
I feel that all those looks were just a game
You smoked and choked on cigarettes
And acted cute and lame-and lame
Your parting lips that wrapped me up
In promised company
Now mumble that each breath I take
Takes from the air you breathe-and breathe
You were to share these dreams
But from this bed its different than it seems
Youll have to drag me everywhere you go
And youre not martyr material
You fell in love, you fell so hard
You said it must be days
I said that I am not quite ready
For your newest phase-your face
Conceding, lying, cheating
Deceiving relentlessly
My voice got softer
You could no longer hear me-hear me
That ring you wear in fashion
Has a chain that pierces through my nose
Youll have to drag me everywhere you go
And youre not martyr material
My life is riding in this chair of wheels
With arms that move too slow
Youll have to drag me everywhere you go
And youre not martyr material
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Some kind of fun lasts longer than others.
quote by Betty Hutton
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A day of grief lasts longer than a month of joy.