Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?
quote by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Write injuries in dust, But kindnesses in marble.
Write injuries in the sand, kindnesses in marble.
Men are more prone to revenge injuries than to requite kindnesses.
Injuries we write in marble, kindnesses in dust.
Write injuries in dust, But kindnesses in marble. [Fr., Eerivez les injures sue le sable, Mais les bienfaits sur le marbre.]
Joining Of Hands
we speak the word 'love' too easily...
love should speak itself!
in tiny doings of the heart,
and small kindnesses shared.
we touch without thought,
and think without feeling...
but the orgasm of the spirit,
is in the joining of hands!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Kisses that are easily obtained are easily forgotten.
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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Of All The Poems I Have Written And Forgotten
OF ALL THE POEMS I HAVE WRITTEN AND FORGOTTEN
Of all the poems written and forgotten
Are there any worthy of remembrance?
I go on losing my poems as I make more of them-
The same old story
The future calls
And the past is forgotten
And all futures
Become past.
When will I learn to remember
My own work?
To cherish it
As I do that of others?
Line after line
Racing into the distance
Of a never- to- be – known
And forever forgotten
Unreality.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The number of electrical injuries cared for in hospitals in the US is estimated at as many as 50,000; the cost of these injuries on the US economy is estimated at over one billion dollars per year.
quote by Richard Neal
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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.
I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Worthy
you think you're not worthy
I'd have to say I agree
I'm not worthy of you
you're not worthy of me
which of us is deserving
look at the human race
the whole planet at arm's length
and we don't deserve this place
what good is a poker face
when you've got an open hand
I was supposed to be cool about this
yeah
I remember
cool was the plan
tried to keep it all under wraps
but the wraps kept going slack
I keep turning round
I keep coming back
give me a vertical
your horizontal line
I want to take each of them
bend them to divine
the world is too good for me
I am such a naughty girl
but when we're together
we're too good for this world
you think you're not worthy
I'd have to say I agree
I'm not worthy of you
you're not worthy of me
I'm not worthy of you
you aren't worthy of me...
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Not A Pretty Girl
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Loss of the Magic Wand
When what comes out of the mouth
is blaming, complaining, shouting -
bitter herbs that poison the act of loving
When one is not able to welcome
neither give back any loving act
but instead receive it without thanking
When one ignores the other
as non-existent, not worthy to be talked with
neither worthy enough to be listened to,
Then the heart of the other,
the seat of love for everyone,
stands as a fallen red rose, forgotten
to be watered, untouched by a magic wand.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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In The Ground We Lie
To roll in the sky died, for offence,
Ghosts of rigid kind define our alacrity.
This ghost charms my menacing instants,
Exemplifying the power of time, as it is space.
Internal terms boil on the mind,
Willing injuries of neglect as forerunners,
Winning hearts and minds of a forgotten past.
My, my joining to the ground carries a mortal
Wound, to see and hear, to watch and feel.
This rolling carries me further than crevices,
Towards the city of light and darkness,
Both aspects spend their wealth.
poem by Naveed Akram
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