How little do they see what really is, who frame their hasty judgments upon that which seems.
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How little do they see what is, who frame their hasty judgments upon that which seems.
quote by Robert Southey
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Except among those whose education has been in the minimalist style, it is understood that hasty moral judgments about the past are a form of injustice.
quote by Jacques Barzun
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Ordinarily logic is divided into the examination of ideas, judgments, arguments, and methods. The two latter are generally reduced to judgments, that is, arguments are reduced to apodictic judgments that such and such conclusions follow from such and such premises, and method is reduced to judgments that prescribe the procedure that should be followed in the search for truth.
quote by Andre-Marie Ampere
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Judgments, value judgments concerning life, for or against, can in the last resort never be true: they possess value only as symptoms, they come into consideration only as symptoms - in themselves such judgments are stupidities.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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How little do they see what really is, who frame their hasty judgment upon that which seems.
quote by Daniel Webster
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Thus, it was to seek true civilization and true justice for all the peoples of the world, and to view this as the destruction of personal freedom and respect is to be assailed by the hatred and emotion of war, and to make hasty judgments.
quote by Hideki Tojo
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Picture Frames
Picture frames that enclose the art
make the art stand out.
If the frame is not just right
better to do without.
For the artist had in their mind
what the frame should be.
But the framer who made the frame
did not know what the art would be.
So acquiring the knack of pairing them
is a talent all its own.
The picture itself cannot speak out
but it has always known
what its frame should be.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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There is synthesis when, in combining therein judgments that are made known to us from simpler relations, one deduces judgments from them relative to more complicated relations.There is analysis when from a complicated truth one deduces more simple truths.
quote by Andre-Marie Ampere
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No Hasty Rush To Love
Some people know,
What many can't show.
Those who know love,
Know when it is missed.
And, When one has loved...
Someone who has gone,
A sadness within them...
Seems to stay for so long.
No hasty rush to love,
Again...
Is ever talked about,
To listen.
Or consider when mentioned.
No hasty rush to love,
Again...
When a loneliness felt within,
Begins.
Some people know,
What many can't show.
Those who know love,
Know when it is missed.
And there's no,
Hasty rush to love...
Again.
When a loneliness felt,
Within...
Begins!
No hasty rush to love,
Again...
When one has gone,
And love for them never ends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future.
I never fixed a story. I didn't make judgments, I let the listener make judgments. When I got to the end of the story, if it had a moral, I let the listener find it.
quote by Tom T. Hall
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Frame
Frame
I could frame my
mind to what my
thoughts become,
"words spoken"
or I could frame the
night to think my
agony is gone.
I can frame almost
anything I quess,
from a heart in grief
looking for some relief,
the mailman,
the milkman,
and everything
that passes by,
A kitten at my doorstep,
is funny isn't it?
you can frame your
way through a
dragons throat.
Anything you want,
even your heart,
your truth your lies and
even the clear skies.
The hymns I sing,
my eyelids to fall asleep,
an ability not yet control.
Everything I long for
has not yet pass through,
so I keep framing
the truth the lies and all
I can think of.
But framing is not my
escape is just a lie
I keep telling myself,
and I can keep doing
it for eons.
But not yet complete,
for I can't frame my
eyes of what I see.
©ElenaToledo2009
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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What did I do?
What did I do to get out of your life,
when I am in every frame of your life?
As a fetus, you kicked and turned,
I was there in that frame, carrying you.
As an infant you were fragile and helpless,
I remember I was there as well.
As an aimless toddler, before stumbling down,
the hands that carried you, were mine.
During all your school activities,
the beating heart that prayed for your success,
During minor and major exams and interviews,
the eyes that woke up before you,
Had I been there in those frame?
I was there in every frame of your life,
I will be there in every frame of my grandchildren,
If you both let.
Until then my child, explore the new things.
This poem is dedicated to the parents who miss their
children who have gone for further education, work
commitments and other reasons as well.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Red Frame/white Light
Red frame white light
Telephone box
Red on grey
Six three two three double o three
Red frame white light
You have a gray book
On a metal shelf
Red frame white light
Numbered calls
Selected places
Red frame white light
Telephone calls
Black and white
Red frame white light
You have a yellow book
With averts
Red frame white light
There is a black lead to a dial and phone
Red frame white light
Six three two three double o three
song performed by by Omd
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Empty Picture Frame
An empty picture frame sits upon my desk
Where once upon a time a picture in it did rest
But now the frame stands lifeless and bare
Now it reminds me of a love that once was there.
As in the past the picture brought me happiness and joy
Gave me the reason to live and to write my story
To glance upon and dream of when no one was near
To speak the words of love when them she couldn't hear.
But when she left me I threw her picture away
But I kept that frame to remind me of that day
In remembrance of what she did in and out of my sight
As she was my candle but she blew out that light
So that picture frame I keep it in my plain view
So every time I see it I know what to say and what to do
As once upon a time her picture was in the frame
But now picture is gone but the memories still remain.
poem by Randy McClave
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While science and technology play critical roles in sustaining modern civilization, they are not part of our culture in the sense that they are not commonly studied or well comprehended. Neither the potential nor the limitations of science are understood so that what can be achieved and what is beyond reach are not comprehended. The line between science and magic becomes blurred so that public judgments on technical issues can be erratic or badly flawed. It frequently appears that some people will believe almost anything. Thus judgments can be manipulated or warped by unscrupulous groups. Distortions or outright falsehoods can come to be accepted as fact.
quote by Henry Way Kendall
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Hasty for a train
Hasty for a train
I see angels
fall from the sky,
stuck on branches
like fruits from Why.
Caught on a bad day,
surprised by a fool
who likes to trod
on petals' spread
the christals crack
like frozen pain,
a sigh, last cry,
a mud-clodded phantom
moves hasty for a train
-that always comes
too late to be caught-
passes by, bye..... 27-09-2010 Madrason
poem by Madrason writer
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Frame II
The frame was best supporting act,
and held the ego high and proud.
He never moaned or groaned or spat,
just hung there, all chilled out.
Of course he would have liked acclaim,
a little lime light and a name,
although a painting with no frame
would look a little dull and tame.
The painting lapped up all attention,
with its enigmatic grin,
often feeling quite ecstatic
to be held with such esteem.
and so the frame in show biz style
put a brave face on and a smiled,
stoical in holding back
ambitions to be the star act.
The frame all low and down at heel
resigned himself as second bill
for after all it wouldn't do
if he were narcissistic too.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Imagination's Field
Within its bounds, naked canvas stretched.
Before the display, the lad stood.
Adorning the wall, ornate frame hangs.
In concentration, young man observes the void.
Forced by curiosity's command.
for the source of his deliberation.
I searched sans satisfaction,
In despair, I queried the youth.
“Sir, within empty frame you survey,
what do you perceive? ”
Without addressing me, responded.
“I see tall mountains, endless restless seas.”
“I see naught, for this frame's canvas is empty.
How might you see these sights? ”
He turned, facing me and remarked.
“Sir, within the frame, a great deal I see”
Sans the luxury of explanation, pointed at the title plate.
Upon small brass plaque,
beneath the frame, inscribed.
“Imagination’s Field”
29Oct10
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Will Your Name Be There My Friend?
Christ is over everything, as God has put all things under His feet,
Even all Believers will be judged by Jesus Christ at The Bema Seat.
Their works will be judged, while others will face The White Throne,
However this second Judgment is one that they’ll Eternally bemoan.
When at The Lord’s Heavenly Throne will be those who Truly believed,
Will be acknowledging Jesus by laying down the crowns they received.
Others won’t be so joyful, for Eternal Damnation will be their end,
They had many opportunities, but chose to scoff at Christ my friend.
For their arrogance they will see Eternal Punishment with no relief,
For they chose to laugh and mock and follow those who were deceived.
They will again have opportunities to see that Christ is truly real.
When Christ the Only One Who is Worthy will open up the first seal.
After the seals are all opened the Trumpet Judgments will be seven,
And God’s Fiery Judgments will continue on every man under Heaven.
Then God will continue with His Judgments through the seventh bowl,
For God must quench His Righteous Anger on every unbelieving soul.
And also the False Prophet who deceived unbelievers to their death,
Christ will destroy by His Splendor and overthrow him by His breath.
Now that Jesus has shown us The Way and nothing will change the end,
When He opens up The Book of Life will your name be there my friend?
(Copyright © 07/2002)