That which one most forehets soonest comes to pass.
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Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
quote by William C. Bryant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Meteoric Nature....
we are simply meteors
passing a boundary of space
and the way they all look at us
with amazement
carries with it the fact that
we end with the soonest,
quickest fading,
it is as though
we did not pass that moment
of spark and speed
that they easily forget
after a short gaze
and if they remember
if we must insist
it will still take time
because we are so sudden
that sometimes they think
that we are but
figments of an imagination.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He that comes last to the pot is soonest wroth.
Little said is soonest mended.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
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Where the hedge is lowest, men may soonest over.
Every one goes astray, but the least imprudent are they who repent the soonest.
Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.
quote by Walter Scott
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Infinity
to infinity
i will not promise you
my love may last
but i will
not...
i bleed and then
i die
and then i am gone
forever
and the soonest you realize this
the better.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
quote by Thomas Moore
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When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
William Shakespeare in Henry V
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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On The Road To Gethsemane
on the road to Gethsemane...
i pass burned out buildings,
farm lands scorched by the bombing.
i pass the skeleton bodies
of young children who starved.
i pass the unmarked graves,
of young boys sent to war.
i pass the flag of the liars,
and the tents of mourning.
i pass vacant factories,
and houses left empty.
i pass through cocaine streets,
where all flesh is for sale.
i pass the unemployed masses,
and their desperate eyes.
i pass the baby born unwanted,
and the prison's stink.
i pass empty churches,
and hollow ringing bells.
i pass families broken,
and peoples enslaved.
i pass the moral guns of prejudice,
rank with immorality!
i pass the crippled, the sick,
and those desperately alone...
these tears of blood
are human tears,
this cross we all bear!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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