Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.
quote by Fyodor Dostoevsky
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The 'Good' Life
Wake up in the morning to screaming,
Reporters getting into your personal life,
No privacy,
As you walk down the street,
You are followed constantly by people you do not know
No privacy
You break up with your girlfriend, for the fifth time
It’s on the cover of a magazine
No privacy
Every fucking shit we take,
It’s recorded somewhere
No privacy
You die a tragic death at a young age,
People who you have never met attend your funeral
No privacy
This is what we call the “good” life…
poem by Wandering Scarlet
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Our privacy is starting to be invaded and we can't get anything done. I'm happy with the fundraising but upset we don't have time to talk and meet with people.
Privacy under what circumstance? Privacy at home under what circumstances? You have more privacy if everyone's illiterate, but you wouldn't really call that privacy. That's ignorance.
quote by Bruce Sterling
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Privacy
I do lot of things but need privacy
Not to read too much in between for its legacy
Neither there is no hidden clause or diplomacy
Nor it is not to show any will or supremacy
It is human nature that compels us to hide
Something unusual to retain and not to confide
Wrong act but still in possession to remain
Not letting any one to venture in personal domain
Is it to satisfy personal ego or cheat conscience?
Why some of the acts should bother its presence?
Somewhere we feel it is hurting our prestige
Under the name of privacy we seek refuge
It is good to have something as private and confidential
Only self and no one else to know of its credentials
When time comes for its rightful address
You cry in isolation, curse self and confess
It is big thing to assess self and adopt in life
Certain things to self and not letting even to wife
This gives enough courage to handle the issue
Powerful shot’s in arm by remaining always true
It affords individual to enjoy or go for remorse
There is no tension or play of external force
It is seeking self inner voice and remedy
Life should not be allowed to result in comedy
Life needs full of interaction with zeal
Some of the things we may not perform real
Enter into provocation with shoddy deal
We try desperately to hide and conceal
Privacy is part of single or double individuals
To converse or exchange is merely a ritual
It is an act to find solace in each other
Nothing comes in between for anybody to bother
It has to be respected with complete sense
It is not execution of nefarious act or nonsense
It is precaution not to be invaded at a time
Life seems deserting and …………………..
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As a social good, I think privacy is greatly overrated because privacy basically means concealment. People conceal things in order to fool other people about them. They want to appear healthier than they are, smarter, more honest and so forth.
quote by Richard Posner
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Where Could I Go But To The Lord
Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptations call
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Neighbors are fun I love them everyone
We get along in sweet accord
But when I pass the chilling hand of death
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Life here is grand with friends I love so well
Comfort I get from gods own word
But when my soul needs manna from above
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go to the lord
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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I certainly respect privacy and privacy rights. But on the other hand, the first function of government is to guarantee the security of all the people.
quote by Phil Crane
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People hear that and say I'm being modest, but I am not a modest person, but I have to be truthful about what I'm doing and what I'm doing is channeling.
quote by Morgan Freeman
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Morning Refuge Prayer
i take refuge in the Buddha
who shows us the path.
i take refuge in the Dharma
that teaches us to walk in compassion.
i take refuge in the Sangha
the family of living beings working together for peace.
i take refuge in Jesus
in the way that He lived and died.
in the Kingdom of Heaven within us
that heals the sick and feeds the hungry.
i take refuge in the Tao
in the uncarved block.
in water flowing over rocks
finding its own way.
i take refuge in the Great Spirit
in the embrace of Mother Earth.
i take refuge in the wind and rain
in the thunder and lightning,
in the stillness of night.
i take refuge in the howl of the wolf,
in the eyes of small children.
in the truth that breaks down the wall
between living and existing, between sorrow and joy.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Because of You
Because of you
I’m angry all the freakin’ time
Because of you
I’m always wary
Because of you
I lost my virtue
Because of you
I am broken
Chorus
Now we’re here
And no way
Will I give in to you
Now we’re here
My only weapon
Is sarcasm
Now we’re here
And I don’t want
What you started with me that day
Now we’re here
And I think
Who gives a crap anyway
End chorus
To you
I’m exposed
To you
I’m a quick target
But you will see
I’m not that easy
There’s more complications
That come with this confident girl
Now we’re here
And no way
Will I give in to you
Now we’re here
My only weapon
Is sarcasm
Now we’re here
And I don’t want
What you started with me that day
Now we’re here
And I think
Who gives a crap anyway
And I stand by and think
What’s the deal here
I never bothered you then
I don’t bother you now
And you started it
And all your friends laugh
Like no one’s watching
And I realize they aren’t
And I don’t want to tell
It’ll urge you on
But I can’t take this anymore
Now we’re here
And no way
Will I give in to you
Now we’re here
My only weapon
Is sarcasm
Now we’re here
And I don’t want
What you started with me that day
Now we’re here
And I think
Who gives a crap anyway
Privacy
Depending on the degree of one's privacy,
It is recommended...
One chooses to say nothing.
And if one 'does' one should create.
Privacy is not respected.
And having a peace of mind,
Many people who will never have it...
Don't understand it and that is what they hate!
'I told her not to say a word to anyone.
And she couldn't wait until I got off the telephone...
To tell my business to everyone.
And she calls herself a 'friend'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't think when people sign up for a life of doing something they love to do they should have to sign up for a complete loss of privacy. I understand a little loss of privacy coming with the job.
quote by Sarah Chalke
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An Epitaph
Enough; and leave the rest to Fame!
'Tis to commend her, but to name.
Courtship which, living, she declined,
When dead, to offer were unkind:
Nor can the truest wit, or friend,
Without detracting, her commend.
To say--she lived a virgin chaste
In this age loose and all unlaced;
Nor was, when vice is so allowed,
Of virtue or ashamed or proud;
That her soul was on Heaven so bent,
No minute but it came and went;
That, ready her last debt to pay,
She summ'd her life up every day;
Modest as morn, as mid-day bright,
Gentle as evening, cool as night:
--'Tis true; but all too weakly said.
'Twas more significant, she's dead.
poem by Andrew Marvell
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Iraq is a country that has been invaded. It's not a failing state that you want to help. It's a country that was functioning good or bad, with a horrible dictator, but you have invaded.
quote by Lakhdar Brahimi
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The lasting love
Who can give you a lasting love?
The one who is passionate,
The one who is alluring,
Or the one who is kind and wise?
A modest, shy and chaste woman?
The one who loves you or who you love?
May not be.
The one who you are proud of
and who in turn is proud of you.
05.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Cockney Soul
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand,
Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul – as it is in every land!
But out on the sand with a broken band it's sarcasm spurs them through;
And, with never a laugh, in a gale and a half, 'tis the Cockney cheers the crew.
Oh, send them a tune from the music-halls with a chorus to shake the sky!
Oh, give them a deep-sea chanty now – and a star to steer them by!
Now this is a song of the great untrained, a song of the Unprepared,
Who had never the brains to plead unfit, or think of the things they dared;
Of the grocer-souled and the draper-souled, and the clerks of the four o'clock,
Who stood for London and died for home in the nineteen-fourteen shock.
Oh, this is a pork-shop warrior's chant – come back from it, maimed and blind,
To a little old counter in Grey's Inn-road and a tiny parlour behind;
And the bedroom above, where the wife and he go silently mourning yet
For a son-in-law who shall never come back and a dead son's room "To Let".
(But they have a boy "in the fried-fish line" in a shop across the "wye",
Who will take them "aht" and "abaht" to-night and cheer their old eyes dry.)
And this is a song of the draper's clerk (what have you all to say?) –
He'd a tall top-hat and a walking-coat in the city every day –
He wears no flesh on his broken bones that lie in the shell-churned loam;
For he went over the top and struck with his cheating yard-wand – home.
(Oh, touch your hat to the tailor-made before you are aware,
And lilt us a lay of Bank-holiday and the lights of Leicester-square!)
Hats off to the dowager lady at home in her house in Russell-square!
Like the pork-shop back and the Brixton flat, they are silently mourning there;
For one lay out ahead of the rest in the slush 'neath a darkening sky,
With the blood of a hundred earls congealed and his eye-glass to his eye.
(He gave me a cheque in an envelope on a distant gloomy day;
He gave me his hand at the mansion door and he said: "Good-luck! Good-bai!")
poem by Henry Lawson
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Invaded
On the bottom of a star field
My little world invaded by wonder
Organs talk like spies
Amigdula lacks wisdom
Software runs the hardware down
Views of life foreign
Corrections made
The truth, the light
My brain is not my soul
There's more to it then this life
You see me looking up
Panaceas no longer work
I begin to shed my constructs
Flowers begin to speak like seers
Now the universe is mystic
My grain of sand world opened
Now I must live with pain
Invaded by eternity
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Media reporting denied privacy to anybody doing what I do for a living. It was no longer possible to work on your picture in privacy.
quote by James L. Brooks
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The Anonymity Of Pain....
...because of pain, one hides,
who wants the sounds of pain to be heard by
people whose concern is not even
equal to a curiosity?
one takes shelter in the privacy of
a room, closes the doors and windows
and then bleed
and shout in pain,
no one hears this tragedy
this private thing
that demands the patience
of an
enduring injury,
one keeps a record of his privacy,
here, he writes, his name is a falsity,
his place faraway.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Face the reality
Maybe it is true
Women are modest,
Remain virtuous in body
And are branded chaste.
Want of chance
And fear of detection aid.
No woman can be
Without having ever been
Libidinous in mind.
If Polluted minds are o k
Why not polluted body?
We avoid reality.
05.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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