Write injuries in dust, But kindnesses in marble. [Fr., Eerivez les injures sue le sable, Mais les bienfaits sur le marbre.]
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Injuries we write in marble, kindnesses in dust.
Write injuries in dust, But kindnesses in marble.
Write injuries in the sand, kindnesses in marble.
The best memory is that which forgets nothing but injuries. Write kindness in marble and write injuries in the dust.
The best memory is that which forgets nothing, but injuries. Write kindness in marble and write injuries in the dust.
Write your injuries in dust, your benefits in marble.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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Write injuries in dust, benefits in marble.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 41
A company of vagabonds met a dervish, spoke insulting words to him, struck him and otherwise molested him; whereon he complained to his superior and explained the case. The pir replied: ‘My son, the patched frock of dervishes is the garment of resignation and who, wearing it, cannot bear injuries is a pretender not entitled to the frock.’
A large river will not become turbid from stones.
The Arif who feels aggrieved is shallow water yet.
If he injures thee, bear it
Because pardon will purify thee from sin.
O brother, as the end is dust, be dust before thou art turned into dust.
Men are more prone to revenge injuries than to requite kindnesses.
Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?
quote by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Hate is too great a burden to bear. It injures the hater more than it injures the hated.
quote by Coretta Scott King
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On the Countess Dowager of Pembroke
Underneath this sable herse
Lies the subject of all verse:
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother:
Death, ere thou hast slain another,
Fair and learn'd, and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Marble piles let no man raise
To her name: for after days
Some kind woman born as she,
Reading this, like Niobe
Shall turn marble, and become
Both her mourner and her tomb.
poem by William Browne
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14 Juin 1915
On ne peut rien dire
Rien de ce qui se passe
Mais on change de Secteur
Ah ! voyageur égaré
Pas de lettres
Mais l'espoir
Mais un journal
Le glaive antique de la Marseillaise de Rude
S'est changé en constellation
Il combat pour nous au ciel
Mais cela signifie surtout
Qu'il faut être de ce temps
Pas de glaive antique
Pas de Glaive
Mais l'Espoir
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Ombre d'eau
Cette statue est charmante
De la femme qu’elle fut
Avant que cette eau dormante
Reflétât son marbre nu ;
Mais dans l’eau qui la reflète
Au bassin ovale et clair
Son ombre me semble faite
Du souvenir de sa chair ;
Et la pensée incertaine
Est telle ou telle, suivant
Que la voix de la fontaine
Se mêle à la voix du vent...
poem by Henri de Regnier
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Accidentally
Standing under a
bottlebrush I write a
poem for you.
Something going
to happen. I feel that
future will turn.
Crashing against
a tunnel wall, injures
me collaterally.
poem by Satish Verma
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I've come to accept that the life of a frontrunner is a hard one, that he will suffer more injuries than most men and that many of these injuries will not be accidental.
Types of injuries
Injuries from the sports sooth.
Injuries from the assaults loom.
Your sufferings are inconsistent
With the effects but the causes.
22.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I don't care if you are religious or not and I think the message is that at the end of the day, everybody has to mature and everybody has to heal and mend their own injuries, emotional injuries, on their own pace.
quote by Boris Kodjoe
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Salt For Your Wounds
There's a tear in my heart where the blood ran out.
There's a tear in my heart where the love ran out. I thought
we worked, pushed toward the same ends,
I'll never be so quick to trust again.
Disenchanted, disgusted, I regret that I trusted.
I put my faith.
My faith in you, you poisoned me through and through.
I though we both shared the same injuries.
Now I've found it's you who injures me.
My heart is cracked from being left out in the cold.
I know you'll pay for what you've taken - tenfold.
Disenchanted, disgusted, I regret that I trusted.
I put my faith.
My faith in them, they twisted the knife further in.
poem by Dani Warren
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