He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to. It is the means that determines the end.
quote by Harry Emerson Fosdick
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
Related quotes
Gone Is Another Chance
Stuck in a backed up duct...
A flow has start to slow.
And there one sits until a busted luck,
Erupts!
In a panic that one shows.
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Or sip on booze to fuel.
Gone...
Is another chance to do,
What one chooses.
Plucked like a duck that will get stuffed.
To cook until one's done.
One like this is too corrupt.
With winning thoughts to come.
But gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Or sip on booze to fuel.
Gone...
Is another chance to do,
What one chooses.
Or pick a fight to feud.
Gone...
Is another chance to do,
What one chooses.
Stuck in a backed up duct!
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Stuck in a backed up duct!
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Stuck in a backed up duct!
Stuck in a backed up duct!
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Heart determines
Fate determines who comes into our lives.
The heart determines who stays...
Rate determines what comes best
The fact determines what the worth
Mate determines the life you lead
The quest determines the depth of love
Bate determines the fish you catch
The sea determines how much you did watch
Road determines the longer the travel
The destination determines the fair well
God determines what you are destined
The fate determines what you deserve
Friends determines the strength you have
The emotion determines the depths of love
Fate determines who comes into our lives
The heart determines who stays on forever………..
poem by Umasree Raghunath
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I tell you, to be honest, every single one of us, without any exaggeration, every single one of us was 100 percent sure that we would all be... all be martyred, but you know, Allah chooses to take a person's life when he chooses. And we have no control over.
quote by John Walker Lindh
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Saturated In a Marination
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Ignorance for what it is,
Is a most difficult thing...
For one to overcome!
Not everyone can resist this pull.
Not all are prone,
To sit alone in isolation.
To satisfy a thinking sensation!
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
And that's what it takes,
To break from the commonness of it!
Ignorance can be comforting.
Especially when so many,
Have been bred and born to feed on it.
Saturated in a marination...
Seeped with ingredients,
That produce clowns to fool around.
Displaying condoned qualities of misfits.
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Is it an illness...
Ever to be cured?
And chased away from its endurance?
Ever to be blocked and knock out...
Never to regain a need for it to remain unchanged?
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Ignorance can not be that deep of an affliction!
Why is it so craved?
Why is it chosen...
To wallow in and stay?
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Wanting to comprehend and understand...
May today be the most dangerous weapon.
For inquisitive children.
Or thoughtful women.
Or the deeds of a concerned,
And caring man!
Even when this is done,
It is best not to be seen.
By anyone!
On any surfaced scene.
Where they will be demeaned.
Avoiding suspicion,
Should be the condition...
Of one who chooses to connect with thought.
Selecting that as an escape.
An undercover mission!
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You are not the one who chooses the book, the book chooses you to tell the story.
Libraries around the world are destroying many books because of the so-called lack of space. In the age of the digital revolution, will the book survive or disappear?
Camelia Oprița in The wall of thoughts (April 2020)
Submitted by Alexander G
Vote! | Copy!
Climbing And Climbing
for every step
a hundred deep breaths
you know how hard it
is to climb a mountain
but he chooses the mountains
though hard
as its sides are steep and sharp
because it is only through
mountains that he can
rise from the plains
the wise man once says
he chooses the mountain
because it is there.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Caras Castle
If you ever come to our town
On a carousel crusade
And youre tired of fighting windmills with a nail
Cross the fence and join the dragons
Who have never made the grade
Caras castle and the keepers of a most unholy grail.
Oh cara, queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
Give the poet what he chooses till hes too dumb to speak
Theres a clock upon the mantle
But its hands forget the time
And the windows turn their backs upon the day
And the people in the shadows
Could be all lost friends of mine
Caras courtiers need no light c need no light to lose their way
Oh cara, queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
Give the poet what he chooses till hes too dumb to speak
From the end to the beginning
Crippled minds retrace the steps
From the burial to the birth they do retreat
Wonderin where and when and why
Their souls were slaughtered while they slept
Caras courtiers know no victory c know no victory just defeat
Oh cara, queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
Give the poet what he chooses till hes too dumb to speak
One by one the battered soldiers
Go slowly cross the moat
One by one they seek new castles somewhere else
With their crutches and the cravens
And I wonder is there hope
Is there hope for caras courtiers c and the wars against themselves
Oh cara, queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
Give the poet what he chooses till hes too dumb to speak
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I don't think anyone is more intrinsically holy. People experience God in many ways; and it seems to me that God does what the rest of us do: He chooses the means that best gets His message across.
quote by Gene Wolfe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Salute to an American Soldier
I salute you, Soldier!
You are doing a job I cannot do
To protect
The values I treasure
And the beautiful land
I call Home.
There are things worth fighting for-
Important things
Like freedom
And justice
And the right to live
In safety
In the way one chooses
In the place one chooses.
There are things worse than war-
Terrible things
Like oppression
And unbridled power
And cruelty
Against the innocent
Against the weak
Against anyone.
So fight, Soldier.
Fight with courage
And honor
And the knowledge that it is right.
You do what has to be done.
You bring new glory
To Old Glory.
I am proud of you.
I pray for you.
I cheer you on.
I stand behind you
With my whole heart.
I salute you, Soldier.
In fact you've got your hands tied behind your back when somebody chooses to take a low road in to you, there is nothing you can do about it, and so you just live with it and move on.
quote by Robert Redford
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Common Sense Is Not Indexed
People believe intelligence comes from books they read.
As if to regurgitate another's observations,
Gives them an equal ability to 'see'.
But those who have wisdom,
Observe their environment...
And those who live in it.
The affects this creates.
And whose thoughts dominate them.
However...
Reading does achieve an expanded comprehension.
If one chooses to pursue a degree...
To produce heightened accepted limitations.
Although if one chooses to explore out of the box.
One has to do that on one's own.
Since detailed documentation for this,
Can be found not!
Common sense is not indexed.
And generally pioneered without standards to block.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Every Minute In Every Day
Every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Somebody says,
They've should have prayed.
The one who struggles with a load on shoulders,
May not get upset...
But sweats.
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
Wants to prove....
That boulder can't be moved.
But every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Hey,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
Wants to prove....
That boulder can't be moved.
The one who struggles with a load on shoulders,
May not get upset...
But sweats.
And seem to live their lives,
Free of regret.
Yet every minute,
In every day...
Hey,
Somebody chooses...
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Today,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.
Yet every minute,
In every day...
Hey,
Somebody chooses...
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Today,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.
Somebody who believes,
God is far away!
The one who struggles with a load on shoulders...
May not believe,
That God is far away!
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
May not believe,
That God is here today!
The one who struggles with a load on shoulders...
May not believe,
That God is far away!
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
May not believe,
That God is here today!
Every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Somebody says,
They've should have prayed.
Don't be the one to not,
Pray today.
Don't be the one to not,
Pray today.
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
May not believe,
That God is here today!
Every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Somebody says,
They've should have prayed.
Don't be the one to not,
Pray today.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.
quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Silver Trail
Sometimes our destiny
rides the silver trail to nowhere,
and then we find ourselves
back at the beginning
to start all over again.
Fate chooses our destiny
and what it will be,
but lets us think we
were the one to choose.
20 October 2009
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Children For Sale
'children for sale,
...children for sale, '
the street vendor cries...
'we've got all kinds...
...black and white, brown
....and red...
..boys and girls, take your choice!
...spin the wheel, take a chance! '
who chooses what opportunities,
what chances, what quality of life?
how much education?
what kind of family life?
a degree, a job, a future?
or work with the hands, skilled labor?
or menial work, no work at all....
a life of crime, taught by the prisons?
hope, or starvation?
free, or oppressed?
loved, or hated?
finding a place, following a dream...
or cast to the side?
who chooses?
and why should anyone choose?
'children for sale,
...children for sale...'
the street vendor cries!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Every Road Leads Me Back To You
Every road leads me back to you.
My destiny is mapped out
for every step I take
and every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Some are guided by the morning sun,
some by the moon and stars at night,
but every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Our home maybe far away
in the snow tipped mountaintops
or under the big city lights.
It does not matter where it lies,
every road I take the end will be the same,
for every road leads me back to you,
and you are there to shelter me
from any given storm.
You lead me away from temptations
that plague my life.
You are always there
when my foes I have to fight.
Each night when I am weary
tis, you I come to at night,
for every road I travel, Lord
always leads me back to you
for my faith to be renewed.
11 August 2008
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Chinese New Year (Dragon or Earthworm)
2012 chinese new year
Dragon is the zodiac animal.
Some chinese believe the baby born in dragon year
will have riches and enormous power.
There will be boom of baby
as there are now many women with pregnancy
to give birth to a dragon girl or boy
who will become a family joy.
Can a zodiac animal change a human life?
Can his future be controlled dark or bright?
The answer is a definite 'No'
as man has his own ego.
He is the captain of ship of life.
He chooses the direction wrong or right.
He decides to turn left or right.
In crisis he chooses fright or flight or fight.
In his hand is his own fate
to become a dragon or earthworm or nonpoisonous snake.
Anyone
Anyone stays at a place
where he feels comfortable
or find no place to stay
and anyone chooses a mate,
if he wants to or can
and someone stays alone.
For the beautiful and the ugly,
little and small
and for the aged and the young
and for anyone,
the same sun and moon and stars shine
and the same seasons past.
Anyone works and sleep
and laughs and cry
and play and fight,
till the sun’s last rays
touch a life.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Just Sail Along!
Life is like a Sea
Make no excuse nor plea
Just be on the lookout, when you float
Waves that touch the verge of your boat
Everything will go on as per the Plan
Well, not yours nor mine
But as per the Creator of the clan
Well, that means Everything will be fine
Slower or faster, time moves on
World knows of none who has won
Destiny chooses the best story
That shall be part of History
Go on and be there where you belong
All it takes is, just sail along!
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What God chooses for us children of men is always the best.
quote by Karl Barth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!