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Sometimes, on a personal level, I wince.
quote by Terry Semel
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When I read it, I don't wince, which is all I ever ask for a book I write.
quote by Norman Mailer
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Looking back, I wince at the careless way I tossed out my opinions.
There's a certain edge about cruelty. If you're honest about it, most people wince, but say it had to be said.
quote by Pete Waterman
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There are scenes here and effects here that would make George S. Patton wince.
quote by Joel Siegel
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The movies I made when I was 14 or 15, I have a hard time looking at those. Those were the awkward years. I don't know if anybody can look at something they did when they were 14 and not wince.
quote by Jodie Foster
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Gang of Peace
Gangs of war shall penetrate the peace in our country,
Almost we wince, our praise collects and our generosity.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A High-Toned Old Christian Woman
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus,
The conscience is converted into palms,
Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.
We agree in principle. That's clear. But take
The opposing law and make a peristyle,
And from the peristyle project a masque
Beyond the planets. Thus, our bawdiness,
Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last,
Is equally converted into palms,
Squiggling like saxophones. And palm for palm,
Madame, we are where we began. Allow,
Therefore, that in the planetary scene
Your disaffected flagellants, well-stuffed,
Smacking their muzzy bellies in parade,
Proud of such novelties of the sublime,
Such tink and tank and tunk-a-tunk-tunk,
May, merely may, madame, whip from themselves
A jovial hullabaloo among the spheres.
This will make widows wince. But fictive things
Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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The High-Toned Old Christian Woman
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven.Thus,
The conscience is converted into palms,
Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.
We agree in principle.That's clear.But take
The opposing law and make a peristyle,
And from the peristyle project a masque
Beyond the planets.Thus, our bawdiness,
Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last,
Is equally converted into palms,
Squiggling like saxophones.And palm for palm,
Madame, we are where we began.Allow,
Therefore, that in the planetary scene
Your disaffected flagellants, well-stuffed,
Smacking their muzzy bellies in parade,
Proud of such novelties of the sublime,
Such tink and tank and tunk-a-tunk-tunk,
May, merely may, madame, whip from themselves
A jovial hullabaloo among the spheres.
This will make widows wince.But fictive things
Wink as they will.Wink most when widows wince.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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A fly, Sir, may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but, one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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What People May Think
Some people cower
and wince and shrink,
owing to the fear of
what people may think.
There is one answer
to worries like these:
people may think
what the devil they please.
Elegy for Brim, a Neighbour
Elegy for Brim
Shall I write this
with my head on the floor?
The door outside mine
is where we first met..
and yet the gap now between us
is the visible and the invisible;
the heard; the felt
and the silent and the dumb;
Yet he didn’t stir
when I put my music on
nor did he wince
when things weren’t done
-Yet now he is gone.
o where is the sense in that? ...
where he is gone
when we’re pressed upon.
poem by James Kennett
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Fun With Drugs
Sick distorted colors that stab into your skin
The fluctuating light that comes from within
Acid on the tongue goes straight through your brain
Falling on the floor as you wince in pain
Try to escape, but there's nowhere left to run to
I see you fall again on your face
Nevermind this horrid disgrace
I see you, i feel you, i know you, i own you
I see you, i feel you, i know you, i own you
I see your skin is falling off your face
And fall onto the floor
Time drips away from the world
And the time that you spent is an underworld
I cannot see, but i know you're sick
And i do not mind that you try
Anticipate about the world inside
And take some more and fry your mind
Sick distorted colors that stab into your skin
The fluctuating light that comes from within
Acid on the tongue goes straight through your brain
Falling on the floor as you wince in pain
I see you, i feel you, i know you, i own you
I see you, i feel you, i know you, i own you
In your mind
In your place
In your sickness
In disgrace
In your mind
In your face
I know you never wanted this
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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First Flinch From Wincing
Running away from the right thing to do,
When the wrong thing has found acceptance...
Just delays those installment payments of blood.
Pretending not to see what is obvious,
Comes with a pinch
Until that wince turns into a scream.
And that first flinch from wincing,
Becomes a nightmare no one dreamed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Which Man?
Which man is perfect who is born on earth?
Which man is spotless who is made from clay?
Which man endlessly keeps with him his breath?
Which man can see the stars during the day?
Which man can predict when he dies one day?
Which man can forecast what will cross his way?
Which man has ticket to Heaven or pay?
Which man has wisdom more than God? You say.
Which man is denied forgiveness of sins?
Which man has no stain of sin in his heart?
Which man can look on, trying not to wince?
Which man can succeed taking with him art?
Which man can escape God’s fair Judgment-day?
Which man can reach God if he won’t obey?
6-27-2001
poem by John Celes
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You Are In Triumph
I wail and wince at your triumphs,
Whilst my urges grow stronger everyday.
The garments of beauty on my body
Outweigh the weight on my mind.
It is rich help, hoarse speech, humourous talk,
That aids and works for the future.
Yet your triumphant hour awaits,
And my little men and women are aware.
Let this be a lesson for those in rage
To withhold their beat of drums, even in fits of kindness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Mind of a Genius
To mind is to feel high, and to be big
Carried my religion, mine also.
My mind is just bigger than yours
Also colossal as a genius, afterwards
The licking lips of a child from his ice-cream
Shall annoy a sensible man who minds
And is intelligent, for ice-creams cost fortunes.
To a sensible man the pudding of bread is
Either money
Or food. We do not rest our minds.
These children may divide a scoop
Into their mouths,
Whilst we wince and wonder.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet- Things Happen For Our Good
Does not the Lord know how I do my job?
Does He not know my disadvantages?
Does He not know I can't tell lies or rob?
Does He not know I suffer as wages?
The Lord my God knows I want to be good;
He listens to my prayers albeit late;
May be, He does not do things as He should.
But He knows what is best for me till date.
What If I can't enjoy the way some do;
What if I can't commit-their kind of sins;
What If I can't the evil-spirits woo;
When God asks me, my eyes I need not wince.
There is some joy in things both good and bad;
But man in mortal sins makes Maker sad!
poem by John Celes
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Roses Can Wound
Roses can wound,
But not from having thorns they do most harm;
Often the night gives, starry-sheen or moon'd,
Deep in the soul alarm.
And it hath been deep within my heart like fear,
Girl, when you are near.
The mist of sense,
Wherein the soul goes shielded, can divide,
And she must cringe and be ashamed, and wince,
Not in appearance hide
Of rose or girl from the blazing mastery
Of bared Eternity.
poem by Lascelles Abercrombie
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