Liberalism, austere in political trifles, has learned ever more artfully to unite a constant protest against the government with a constant submission to it.
quote by Alexander Herzen
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The purest expression of the doctrine of Liberalism was probably that of Benjamin Constant.
quote by Francis Parker Yockey
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All Things Being Constant
all things being constant,
there will still be hope.
or even just you, since i
have changed and swerved
on another curve
without you.
you being constant
and i coming back, carrying with
me
a handful of 'i am sorry'
' i will be good this time'
'forgive me'
and i kneel before your feet
pleading.
with you being constant
as the star of this house,
this shattered home,
these broken window glasses
and dirtied carpets
and muddy floors because
my shoes brought them in,
with you being constant,
like mother,
i too, can be, myself again,
i, too, can say,
damn, i am lucky, to have
mother in you,
damn, i am lucky,
like daddy.
i am really sorry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unfortunately, the true force which propels our endless political disputes, our constant struggles for political advantage, is often not our burning concern for democracy, it is often of our dedication to the principle of the rule of law.
quote by Olusegun Obasanjo
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Excellent firms don't believe in excellence - only in constant improvement and constant change.
quote by Tom Peters
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Like Father, Like Daughter
My Heart is filled with anger and hatred,
So pure and liquid like blood,
Gently dripping from my open wounds,
Though I feel no pain as I watch in wonder,
With eyes of blue, inherited from you,
You, and all of your curses, constant shouts,
You, and all of your anger, constant fears,
You, and all of your lies, constant hate,
Yet I feel no pain as I watch in wonder...
poem by Lacie Simonds
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Love Is Like The Wind
love is like the wind
in constant movement
constant movement
love is like the wind
centuries after centuries
love repeats itself
in the vagueness of this universe
constant movement
in this incomprehensible universe
love is like the wind
invisible intouchable in
this fascinating world
fascinating invincible
attraction destruction
happyness sadness
its love that carries
this constant movement
like the wind
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Constant Is This Hip Hop And Pop
It is today,
Very constant.
Constant is this hip hop and pop.
And with some added rapping touches...
This phenomenon is not going to stop.
No not very soon.
I'd like to admit I like Tchaikovsky's,
Attitude.
With a little bit of Brahms,
When I'm in that mood.
Move over Beetoven when I'm open to Chopin,
And Mozart too!
I'd like to admit I like Tchaikovsky's,
Attitude.
With a little bit of Brahms,
When I'm in that mood.
Move over Beetoven when I'm open to Chopin,
And Mozart too!
It is today,
Very constant.
Constant is this hip hop and pop.
And with some added rapping touches...
This phenomenon is not going to stop.
No not very soon.
Constant is this hip hop.
And the attitudes.
Constant is this hip hop.
What is one going to do?
Knowing there's no end that stops.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I was burned out. I think I was just exhausted. It was a very intense five years. We didn't stop. It was constant touring, constant writing, recording.
quote by Roger Andrew Taylor
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No Difference (For Hune)
it is in the dissolution of self
that the self is revealed...
in various and innumerable forms,
constant birth and dying,
constant evolving...
yet never constant!
wave after wave,
individual in nature,
yet plural in nature.
ocean, wave, ocean!
the half burnt candle,
and the star exploding,
no difference!
the child playing with sticks and stones,
and the pyramids...
no difference!
the lone man standing on the mountaintop,
and a million starving children...
no difference!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Immutable
Time flies on restless pinions--constant never.
Be constant--and thou chainest time forever.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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The constant other
The constant other
~
There constant in my thoughts
A feeling towards another
Grows and roots deeply
Through my heart and loins
Holding them into my conscience
A thought so sweetly found
In this most unexpected source
Bares the fruits of passion
The fruits of love
On which I feat hungrily
To feed the appetite of the soul
How sweet, fair and beautiful
I have found this other to be
Now constant in my thoughts
Deeply rooted in heart and loins
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Idle Lives Live to Wander
Idle lives live to wander,
Under discouraged eyes...
Reset to ponder,
Why they choose fits to drift...
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
Under discouraged eyes...
Why,
There are others who believe...
They live just to be on bended knees.
Begging freely from a 'Deity'.
In a pleading to make easier,
A way of life they accept to breathe.
Idle lives live to wander,
Under discouraged eyes...
Reset to ponder,
Why they choose fits to drift...
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0006 The Constant Heart
The test is constancy –
the proof, the constant heart.
See that pair who walk across the park -
from the back, it’s difficult to see their age –
they walk as if there’s nowhere now to go;
for they’re so still, inside themselves; they’re joined
by that shared stillness. Now and then they glance
deep into each other’s eyes – seeing there,
a constancy. Their hearts – you see it – are at rest.
They can remember with an inner smile
how when they met, they put on every charm
to seek to catch each other for themselves;
now they dive, swim, laugh, at rest
within each other's still, warm constancy.
See them walk and laugh their way
across the park; across their life.
* * *
See now over there, the man who stands,
talking quietly, with observant eye;
a group of boys around him who
can think of nothing else but listening:
he’s still, he’s standing sure within himself.
He’s just too far away for you to hear the words he says;
and yet you know – he’s constant in himself,
he’s constant in all that he gives to them.
They’ve found a wise man, and they’re listening.
* * *
The test is constancy –
The proof, the constant heart.
(with acknowledgements to Shantananda Saraswati)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Went To Heaven
I went to heaven but could not stay
because you were not there.
For what could heaven offer me
but constant, constant prayer
to send me where your soul had gone
no matter where 'twould be.
No angel wings or celestial clouds
could ever bring me peace
if you I could not see.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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What appeared to the earlier physicists to be the constant quantity of heat is nothing more than the whole motive power of the motion of heat, which remains constant so long as it is not transformed into other forms of work, or results afresh from them.
quote by Hermann von Helmholtz
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Paint Palette
You are the one
Constant as the sun
Constant as the moon
Constant as the stars
You are the one
You are the one
Steady sure thing!
You are the one
Too wear my ring.
You are the one.
Invariable ingredient
You are the one
Sweet never shouldn’t.
You are the one
Rainbows, only pigment
You are the one
Never, just transient...
You are the one
My indigo rose
You are the one
Too wear my bedclothes.
You are the one
And you are! The one
And only one
Who really understands me?
Knows me?
You are the one
Clandestine star
You are the one reason
My jaw hangs low ajar
Wordless like an olive tree
You are the music the sitar
The seasoned wood; sequined in me.
You are the wild wind
That whips up the sandbars
On an ever changing tidal shore
You are the one who binds us all blind
All in a whirlwind, furore
You are the one island in the setting sun
Who really understands me?
Knows me?
You are the one.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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In constant pursuit of money to finance campaigns, the political system is simply unable to function. Its deliberative powers are paralyzed.
quote by John Rawls
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Call to Arms!
teachers, unite
farmers, unite
carpenters, unite
factory workers, unite
small businessmen, unite
women, unite
families, unite
small towns, unite
neighbors, unite
taxed without representation!
our livelihoods sold, no compensation!
our dignity taken by undignified men!
our freedoms bartered for barrels of oil!
lied to, trodden on, used up!
we're not gonna take it anymore!
it's time for change!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Connected To Politics
Am I political?
That's a strange question to ask,
By someone who also pays.
Religiously,
A tax of some kind to the government.
And those who express,
They want the government.
Out of their lives,
Only do so to hear their own voices.
Now.
If you had asked 'if' I was upset,
Because my taxes paid.
Has not increased my quality of life,
We both would be in agreement.
And on the same page!
Wouldn't we?
Am I political?
Every human being walking this Earth,
Is connected to politics.
Whether they vote, emote or become provoked,
Somebody with political ties.
Will not hide they are trying to get into their pockets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The last eight years have created a lot of deep-seated hostility. People take political decisions very personally, and today there is a constant, ongoing attack, with one side or the other being maligned.
quote by Fred F. Fielding
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