We can bear to be deprived of everything but our self-conceit.
quote by William Hazlitt
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Disease Of Conceit
Theres a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people struggling tonight with the disease of conceit
Comes right down the highway, straight down the line
Rips into your senses, through your body and your mind
Nothing about it thats sweet
The disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Steps into your room, eats into your soul
Over your senses you have no control
Aint nothing too discreet
About the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceit
Comes right outta nowhere and youre down for the count
From the outside world the pressure will mount
Turn you into a piece of meat
The disease of conceit
Conceit is a disease but the doctors got no cure
They done a lot of research on it but what it is theyre still not sure
Theres a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people seein double tonight from the disease of conceit
If your delusions of grandeur and an evil eye
Give you the idea that youre too good to die
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Very conscious of the fact that an effort was being made to destroy my mind, because I was deprived of books, deprived of any means of writing, deprived of human companionship. You never know how much you need it until you're deprived of it.
quote by Wole Soyinka
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Birthday Present
I was deprived as a small child.
I never had a teddy bear.
When I look back it makes me wild
I really think it was unfair.
I never had a cuddly toy
to keep me company in bed.
Perhaps because I was a boy.
It left me scarred it must be said.
I should have had a furry friend
that I could tell my troubles to.
A pal on whom I could depend
who’d never tell the things he knew.
But now I am deprived no more.
A teddy’s mine at seventy four.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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There is a difference between conceit and confidence. Conceit is bragging about yourself. Confidence means you believe you can get the job done.
quote by Johnny Unitas
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Conceit
It is conceit that kills us
and makes us cowards instead of gods.
Under the great Command: Know thy self, and that thou art mortal!
we have become fatally self-conscious, fatally self-important, fatally entangled in the Laocoön coils of our conceit.
Now we have to admit we can't know ourselves, we can only know about ourselves.
And I am not interested to know about myself any more,
I only entangle myself in the knowing.
Now let me be myself,
now let me be myself, and flicker forth,
now let me be myself, in the being, one of the gods.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Only for you
I can bear any insult
I can bear any misdeed
I can bear any oppression
I can bear the wounds of love or
Those of hatred
I can bear everything
But only for you God
Only for you.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Be it a potted pant
One may draw confidence
From the robe or crown he wears.
One may draw confidence
From the skin he possesses.
One may boast with confidence
From the connection he has.
Confidence grows to pride,
Pride, to conceit and conceit,
To vanity or atrocity.
Be confidence a potted plant.
06.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The poor and the affluent are not communicating because they do not have the same words. When we talk of the millions who are culturally deprived, we refer not to those who do not have access to good libraries and bookstores, or to museums and centers for the performing arts, but those deprived of the words with which everything else is built, the words that opens doors. Children without words are licked before they start. The legion of the young wordless in urban and rural slums, eight to ten years old, do not know the meaning of hundreds of words which most middle-class people assume to be familiar to much younger children. Most of them have never seen their parents read a book or a magazine, or heard words used in other than rudimentary ways related to physical needs and functions. Thus is cultural fallout caused, the vicious circle of ignorance and poverty reinforced and perpetuated. Children deprived of words become school dropouts; dropouts deprived of hope behave delinquently. Amateur censors blame delinquency on reading immoral books and magazines, when in fact, the inability to read anything is the basic trouble.
quote by Peter S. Jennison
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The Sea As An Erotic Form
you see the waves as tongues not for talking because the sea
for centuries have been deprived of words
it hums and suffuses you with its rhythm like it is a heart beating
the heart of a woman deprived of her own love stories
you listen and and then the sea with its vast patience
molded by a hundred years of storms and tsunamis
shall listen to you, and then you love it and then you bathe
with its salt and silence
you go deeper trying to find its heart
there is none.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.
quote by John Ruskin
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Stumbling Through Your Paradise
Stumbling through your paradise,
With eyes not opened wide enough.
I wanted to believe,
You would find paradise in me.
Stumbling through your paradise,
What is it from me needed?
Since what appears to me,
Are dreams come true successfully...
For you.
'Have you not been in my dreams?
Have I not shared them with you?
Have you not been in my dreams?
What is it you wish me to prove?
Love? '
Stumbling through your paradise,
With eyes not opened wide enough.
I wanted to believe,
You would find paradise in me.
'I did not need you!
I wanted you.
And wanted you to feel the same.
If it is paradise with me you see...
It is because of you,
That view is there as it is seen.'
Stumbling through your paradise,
With eyes not opened wide enough.
I wanted to believe,
You would find paradise in me.
'No paradise alone can one see.
Lose conceit.
No more stumbling then will you greet.
If with me you believe you should be.
Lose conceit, lose conceit.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Die
Do not die when I am sick,
Inside is demand for the deprived and slender.
This thin man who throws light and heat
Is astray like the cows and bulls.
They are thinner when deprived
Yet this thin man worked for some decades in health.
Do not sleep in a threatening mood,
The thinning of a person is about.
Health is a circle of life which revolves like wheels,
The wheel may need, but it certainly flows.
Do not be sick and poor in health
Lest demand for your life is about.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Don Juans Song
The moon is in an ecstasy,
It wanes not nor can grow ;
The heavens are in a mist of love,
And deepest knowledge know :
What things in nature seem to move
Bear love as I bear love ?
And bear my pleasures so?
I bear my love as streams that bear
The sky still flow or shake :
Though deep within, too far on high.
Light blossoms kiss and wake
The waters sooner than the sky ;
And if they kiss and (lie
God made them frail to break.
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Those Tomorrows Come Quicker to Leave
Languished.
And yet not deprived,
Of a glimmer that brightens...
A remembered vitality.
In between reminisced youth,
I sit adrift humorous memories.
And grateful that an aging graces,
An ability to greet my years...
With a reflective thankfulness,
For that which I've been given.
And blessed to have received.
Perhaps today I can say I am languished.
And yet not deprived,
Of a glimmer that brightens...
A remembered vitality.
Although I wish sometimes the present,
Would stay a bit longer....
In its visit with me!
Since those tomorrows,
Come quicker to leave.
For one who ages overnight...
With a secret desire to live eternally!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Twice Times
There were Two Little Bears who lived in a Wood,
And one of them was Bad and the other was Good.
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times One -
But Bad Bear left all his buttons undone.
They lived in a Tree when the weather was hot,
And one of them was Good, and the other was Not.
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Two -
But Bad Bear's thingummies were worn right through.
They lived in a Cave when the weather was cold,
And they Did, and they Didn't Do, what they were told.
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Three -
But Bad Bear never had his hand-ker-chee.
They lived in the Wood with a Kind Old Aunt,
And one said 'Yes'm,' and the other said 'Shan't!'
Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Four -
But Bad Bear's knicketies were terrible tore.
And then quite suddenly (just like Us)
One got Better and the other got Wuss.
Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Three -
But Bad Bear coughed in his hand-ker-chee!
Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Two -
But Bad Bear's thingummies looked like new.
Good Bear muddled his Twice Times One -
But Bad Bear never left his buttons undone.
There may be a Moral, though some say not;
I think there's a moral, though I don't know what.
But if one gets better, as the other gets wuss,
These Two Little Bears are just like Us.
For Christopher remembers up to Twice Times Ten ...
But I keep forgetting where I put my pen.*
* So I have had to write this one in pencil.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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To his Friend Master R. L., In Praise of Music and Poetry
If music and sweet poetry agree,
As they must needs (the sister and the brother),
Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me,
Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other.
Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch
Upon the lute doth ravish human sense;
Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such
As, passing all conceit, needs no defence.
Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound
That Ph{oe}bus' lute (the queen of music), makes;
And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd
Whenas himself to singing he betakes.
One god is god of both (as poets feign),
One knight loves both, and both in thee remai
poem by Richard Barnfield
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Face Up
Ever since Ive seen your face
This life of mine has gone to waste
I was young and you were old
And I always knew you were cold
At the start you had a heart
But in the end you lost your friend
Can you see your own dark face?
Its dieing in a lonely place
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
As we get old, we lose our place
Reflecting back the worlds disgrace
I feel so low, I feel so humble
Sometimes in life we take a tumble
Dont let anybody tell you that youre no good
Cause you know they would
Dont let anybody tell you what you should do
Cause its not that way and...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
You were me and I was you
This world of ours it felt brand new
You took me a little further...
I heard it all before, Ive heard it all before
I cant hear it anymore
Your hair was long, your eyes was blue
Guess what Im gonna do to you
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure...
song performed by by New Order
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The bear is what we all wrestle with. Everybody has their bear in life. It's about conquering that bear and letting him go.
quote by Jennifer Lopez
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I think it's a very central tenet to it yes, it is. I can't bear it, I can't bear inequality, I can't bear bad behaviour to other people. I cannot bear it that people are mean to people who can't help what they are.
quote by Janet Suzman
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Sonnet- Yet, God Is Just
Oh God, must human heads bear such big loads?
Should napes of Oxen take such heavy yoke?
Yet, everywhere, abound such human toads!
White-collared-criminals, smooth-tongued, who smoke.
Oh God, what ignominy men suffer?
What weather-beaten faces live on earth?
What roughened hands result from hard labor?
How many get orphaned ever since birth?
0 God, how poverty invites deceit?
How fate decides a life unfortunate?
The world believes in pomp and show /conceit;
Nevertheless, aren't we fortunate?
Yet, God is just and kind to all earthlings,
Takes care of, loves the least of His beings.
poem by John Celes
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