Power lasts ten years; influence not more than a hundred.
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A jug that has been mended lasts two hundred years.
The spirit of a three-year-old lasts a hundred years.
There's no evil that lasts a hundred years, nor a body that can endure it.
The difference is slight, to the influence of an author, whether he is read by five hundred readers, or by five hundred thousand; if he can select the five hundred, he reaches the five hundred thousand.
quote by Henry B. Adams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Midnight
They put away the DDT now
But gave metal to the sea
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred years can't wait another day
The only eagle, only tree
Within a desert that was green
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred years can't wait another day
Midnight
Draws ever near
Daylight
Is fading so fast
It's so close to midnight
Midnight
The melting ice will fuel the sea
By burning gold from ancient tree
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred years can't wait another day
This is progress, this is sin
Injecting poison in her skin
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred years can't wait another day
Midnight
Draws ever near
Daylight
Is fading so fast
It's so close to midnight
Midnight
song performed by by Asia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Slow Love
I want some slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love that lasts a long long time
Now dont mistake my coolness for a cold heart
I want you more than you should know
Its just these days Im not inclined to move so fast
Why dont you stay a while say a hundred years or so
And make some slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love that lasts a long long time
Im not inclined to live a lifetime in one night
Although I long to touch I yearn for much, much more
A slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love I thought Id never find
The kind of love that lasts a long time
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The proper time to influence the character of a child is about a hundred years before he is born.
A Hundred Years From Now
(words & music by flatt - scruggs)
Well a hundred years from now I wont be crying
A hundred years from now I wont be blue
My heart will have to forget that we ever met
But I wont care a hundred years from now
Ill never forget sweetheart the night you told me
That you could live without my love somehow
Thats all in the past I knew it wouldnt last
But I wont care a hundred years from now
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There is no flower that remains red for ten days, and no power that lasts for ten years.
Our Times
Our Times
13.7 billion years ago
4.5 billion years ago
3.5 billion years ago
200 thousand years ago
10,000 years ago
5000 years ago
3500 years ago
1800 years ago
500 years ago
50 years ago
One hundred years from now
Five hundred years from now
Ten million years from now
Ten billion years from now
We are where we are now
Where are we now?
Who are we now?
What will we be?
When?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CIX: Power
The one who doesn’t have the power always looking for the stronger one
The one who has the power never wants it slip from his finger
The one who no longer has the power still acts like he has the one
The one who under influence of power still thinks he holds the control
The one who doesn’t have interest in power is actually chased by the power
The one who dislikes using the power is definitely a liar
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A fence lasts three years, a dog lasts three fences, a horse three dogs, and a man three horses.
There is no flower that lasts ten days and no might lasts ten years.
Every peak crumbles
Four hundred million years ago,
Three hundred million years ago,
Two hundred million years ago,
And seventy million years ago,
The world had witnessed
In succession,
Major calamities of the major species,
The Dinosaur being the last victim.
Next, in midway, are we, the Homo sapiens?
30.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Hundred Years With You
A hundred years with you
is all I want.
You may get old
you may get bald
but don't get sick
don't die young
because a hundred years with you
is all I want.
Just stay fit
just stay alive
because a hundred years with you
is all I want.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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The Irrelevant Past
Nothing is said,
The question is asked
And the Past
Has a hundred meanings,
None of them lasts
Only until I, the creator,
Become the Past...
What I am told
Has no influence on the truth,
What I believe is the matter
When no fact is plain,
Proving any more or less real,
That it really happened
The way I am always altered
And now the question remains:
What can I say?
There is no other to confer! ...
If two people see the same thing,
When one calls it Blue
And the other Yellow,
It could be either one
But who knows,
Who can clearly sees the real color?
Only time will tell
And when the truth is revealed,
It would be too late for you to know
For you have become the Past...
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Planets in Space
the planets in space
are realised souls
in meditation
round and round
they go counting chants
six years, ten years, a hundred years
the planets in space
if you can see
what holds them
among glittering stars
if your eyes could see
through divine fallacy
we - mere flashes of energy
to the plants, fishes
shadows to dogs
logs to ants
planets in space
they are realised souls
in meditation
each one revolves
with a sacred chant
one year, twenty years,
a hundred years
round and round
encircling divine power
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The difference is slight, to the influence of an author, whether he is read by 500 readers, or by five hundred thousand; if he can select the 500, he reaches the five hundred thousand.
quote by Brooks Adams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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LXXXV
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the
spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the
vanished flowers of an hundred years before.
In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang
one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred
years.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore from The Gardener (1913)
Submitted by Silvia Velea
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