Helped are those who create anything at all, for they shall relive the thrill of their own conception.
quote by Alice Walker
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Helped are those who create anything at all, for they shall relive the thrill of their own conception and realize a partnership in the creation of the Universe that keeps them responsible and cheerful.
quote by Alice Walker
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The Children of Israel (Chapter 17, Verses 88, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Say, if all the people of Jinn and human race combined together
To create the like of this Koran the message of the Creator
They could not create the like of it even if they helped each other.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The fact is that all writers create their precursors. Their work modifies our conception of the past, just as it is bound to modify the future.
quote by Jorge Luis Borges
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Just One Time
(don gibson)
If I could see you just one time
Oh, how itd ease my troubled mind
If I could hold you just one time
And then pretend that youre still mine
Lips that used to thrill me so
They now thrill someone else I know
Gone is the love that once was mine
Wish I could see you just one time
Oh, oh, oh, oh I miss you so
Oh, I need you so
Id, id, Id give this heart of mine
If I could see you just one time
Wish I could relive just one time
Turn back the pages and there Id find
That same old love that once was mine
Wish I could see you just one time
Oh, oh, oh, oh I miss you so
Oh, I need you so
Id, id, Id give this heart of mine
If I could see you just one time
Mmmm...
Fade:
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Thrill Has Gone
Listening I hear your voice
Together you and I have nothing left to carry on
And Im seeing you slip away
Cause you never cared
You never even realised
Now the thrill has gone
Cause I can see it in your eyes
Now the thrill has gone
And it was you who threw it all away
Now the thrill has gone
Wondering as I look outside
Changes all around
Theres nothing left here to hide
And Im asking you have you lost your soul
Cause you never cared
You never even realised that I wasnt there
Now the thrill has gone
Cause I can see it in your eyes
Now the thrill has gone
And it was you who threw it all away
Now the thrill has gone
Say to me what I want to hear
Say to me what I want to hear
Cause you never cared
You never even realised that I wasnt there
Now the thrill has gone
Cause I can see it in your eyes
Now the thrill has gone
And it was you who threw it all away
Now the thrill has gone
Now the thrill has gone
Cause I can see it in your eyes
Now the thrill has gone
And it was you who threw it all away
Now the thrill has gone
song performed by by Texas
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A Relationship Defined In 5 Lines
From its conception in volcanic chaos
Sprouts magnificent spleandour
A creation as beautifull
As a golden beach carresed by perfect waves
That in time will create its own generations of history
poem by Kevin Campbell
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Our country was thereby saved from the consequences of its distracting individualistic conception of democracy, and its merely legal conception of nationality. It was because the followers of Jackson and Douglas did fight for it, that the Union was preserved.
quote by Herbert Croly
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Youre My Thrill
Youre my thrill
You do something to me
You send chills right through me
When I look at you
cause youre my thrill
Youre my thrill
How my pulse increases
I just go to pieces
When I look at you
cause youre my thrill
Hmmm-nothing seems to matter
Hmmm-heres my heart on a silver platter
Wheres my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps morning higher
When I look at you
I cant keep still
Youre my thrill
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Pandemonium
Who but he,
Could create such pandemonium.
A flickering light that had burned out of sight.
And yet so beloved and giving.
Who but he,
Can stir unbelievable fantasies.
To secure and keep you interested,
For almost a half of a century.
Pushed into the limelight.
And made to thrill.
Made to keep producing...
To fulfill someone else's will.
Who but he,
Could create such pandemoneum?
And if looks could kill,
Each one initiated satiated...
Monstrous appetites for his love.
And somehow he knew this would grow even brighter.
After the sight of his flame was gone.
But he would make sure his flame would burn on!
And on.
And on.
And on.
With a brighter intensity sought!
Too much of him,
Is still 'sizzling' in vaults!
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And the beast he has created...
Is there to satiate.
It's pandemonium,
On and on.
To thrill and satisfy,
To make sure no one is denied.
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And he has done his best...
Now he must have his peace and rest.
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And with his every step...
He made sure everywhere,
Everyone...
Would hold their breath! '
He made sure...
Everyone
Everywhere,
Would hold their breath! '
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And the beast he has created...
Is there to satiate.
It's pandemonium,
On and on.
To thrill and satisfy,
To make sure no one who knows him,
Or those who opposed him...
Will be denied.
'Cause he's a 'thriller'
All the time.
Who thrilled us with his music,
And mind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Youre My Thrill
Jay gorney / sidney clare
Youre my thrill
You do something to me
You send chills right through me
When I look at you
cause youre my thrill
Youre my thrill
How my pulse increases
I just go to pieces
When I look at you
cause youre my thrill
Hmmm-nothing seems to matter
Hmmm-heres my heart on a silver platter
Wheres my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps morning higher
When I look at you
I cannt keep still
Youre my thrill
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Thrill Me
Ok Im the one who took you for granted
Ive made my mistakes wake up lets not break up
Thrill me youve got a love so strong
Thrill me you really turn me on
Thrill me wait till tomorrow night
Thrill me Im gonna treat you right
You said that I would never let you be alone
How many times have you been on your own
Worked all the days to find the things you try to do
If only my heart would never let you through
Because you
Thrill me youve got a love so strong
Thrill me you just cant do me wrong
Thrill me wait till tomorrow night
Thrill me Im gonna treat you right
The truth is youve gone and left me on my own
How can I face the fact youre really gone
Love was a phase wed have to pray to make it true
If only my heart wouldve never let you through
Because you
Thrill me youve got a love so strong
Thrill me you really turn me on
Thrill me wait till tomorrow night
Thrill me Im gonna treat you right
song performed by by Simply Red
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The historian must have some conception of how men who are not historians behave. Otherwise he will move in a world of the dead. He can only gain that conception through personal experience, and he can only use his personal experiences when he is a genius.
quote by E.M. Forster
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I always knew where I was going eventually, so it helped me to stay at home for three years. It helped me to develop my game. But it also helped me off the ice. Life here is way different, and I was able to get older.
quote by Saku Koivu
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Profession is not a thrill.
Driving is not a thrill to the chaffer
Nor is flying a thrill to the pilot.
Sex with wife is not a thrill either.
Exception is children to their mother.
28.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Never Be Mine
I look at you and see
My life that might have been:
Your face just ghostly in the smoke.
Theyre setting fire to the cornfields
As youre taking me home.
The smell of burning fields
Will now mean you and here.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be,
But I know that this will never be mine.
Ooh, the thrill and the hurting.
The thrill and the hurting.
I know that this will never be mine.
I want you as the dream,
Not the reality.
That clumsy goodbye-kiss could fool me,
But Im looking back over my shoulder
At you, happy without me.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be,
But I know that this will never be mine.
Ooh, the thrill and the hurting
Will never be mine.
The thrill and the hurting,
It will never be mine.
It can never be.
The thrill and the hurting
Will never be mine.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Variety
Many are good and wise; yet all for one only reckon,
For 'tis conception, alas, rules them, and not a fond heart.
Sad is the sway of conception,--from thousandfold varying figures,
Needy and empty but one it is e'er able to bring.
But where creative beauty is ruling, there life and enjoyment
Dwell; to the ne'er-changing One, thousands of new forms she gives.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Home By The Sea
Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
Stealing thru the dark of night
Climbing thru a window, stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
Something doesnt feel quite right
Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Coming out the woodwork, thru the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sign and they moan
Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life
Help us someone, let us out of here
Cos living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down sit down
As we relive out lives in what we tell you
Let us relive out lives in what we tell you
Sit down sit down sit down
Cos you wont get away
No with us you will stay
For the rest of your days - sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you
song performed by by Genesis
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We all recognize that in recent decades, many important achievements have helped create a cleaner, healthier environment, yet our national needs in environmental health are not being fully met.
quote by Samuel Wilson
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Every Dream
why must she never see the jealousy come down on such timid eyes at night
why must everytime i fall asleep only to dream of you
why must every night i wake at night in tears just thinking of you
why must every night i relive your departure when i say i moved on
why must i know this now when all along you've been in my heart
why must we relive this lie i know it will someday end
why must i wake every night to calm myself with a bare blades
why must that day never come that i can sleep without seeing your face
poem by Joshua Burckhard
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After Auschwitz
history black as Auschwitz
is a juicy beef, not necessary
a burnt, over roasted turkey
if you know how to ride the time
the heart of the audience
turn the camera and flood
their adrenalin with as much
of the real things again
assigning them to those who have
the penchant to act them out
a passion to portray, almost
with the sadist streak of the nazis
albeit for another cause
because every line on the face
can be arched to bring out the pain
because every tinge of the voice
can be modulated to bring out the cry
because every line can be written to
steal the hearts of the floor
take them to a tempest dance
where a fiery stage bares the inner
elements of the humankind more
poignant than the best stories
ever written and choreographed
and they are still capitalising
on the jews, sending them to
the camps, torturing them,
silencing them, gasing them,
leaving them only skins, skeletons
and deaths to tell of their scars
but dont worry, this time they are
are only on celluloid and the
people who really walk away taking
our breath are the ones who have helped
us relive the odds..the best actress,
the best director, the best actor
anymore to come that could satiate
these men's passion to relive the
the time and tide that refuses to be
swept away, forgotten like
the last wave that hit shore?
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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