Baseball is dull only to dull minds.
quote by Red Barber
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It is widely held that too much wine will dull a man's desire. Indeed it will in a dull man.
quote by John Osborne
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There was a time when the reader of an unexciting newspaper would remark, 'How dull is the world today' Nowadays he says, 'What a dull newspaper'
quote by Daniel J. Boorstin
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Wise women know this.
The dull head irritates
More than the dull looks.
Refine your brain.
Modesty delivers
More than the glamour.
Observe simplicity.
Humility earns
More than extravaganza.
Adopt humbleness.
Wise women know these.
29.0402012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Faex Populi
Around me is a mass of morphing colours;
pink black white pink black
Around me is a dull shopping paradise; a graveyard,
subfusc, dead people with dead minds
scrambling around aimlessly,
wandering in that straight line,
to nothingness, somber.
They are all alive; but it is far too late.
They are owned by these terriying neon colours,
and their crude surroundings. But then again, they still say, let's go shopping. Because it's what they do best.
Like a shop window, entrancing, untoucable.
Wondrous, splendiful.
Dull, dying, dead.
I wear my old Tuesday socks on Friday; and
they say I'm going crazy.
poem by Ballerina With Fins
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Dull: Which is the duke's own person?
Berowne: This, fellow: what wouldst?
Dull: I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person in flesh and blood.
line from Love's Labour's Lost, script by William Shakespeare (1598)
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It is the dull man who is always sure, and the sure man who is always dull.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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Sexual love is the loveliest.
An hour of flirting by lovers
Is worth a year of dull life.
An hour of their union
Is worth a decade of dull life.
22.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shoppong For Girls
Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense
The lonely groups of company boys
Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins
These are children riding naked on their tourist pals
While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal
As he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room
Talking bout his family and the cold back home
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
A small black someone jumps over the crazy white guard
Cranking up the volume of a michael jackson song
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
Where the frangipani scents the air
She mouths a word that breaks his stare
He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak
Thats a mighty big word for a nine year old
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
The dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
Shopping for girls, shopping for girls
Gaze down into her eyes for a million miles
Wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll
song performed by by David Bowie
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Memories Of Mine
I scribble on the piece of paper
Paper as dull as this memory of mine
About things i remember from long ago
And things that have been long forgotten in time
Of the dull old days, where the sun would never shine
Days as dull as this memory of mine
I sense your presence around me still
Around this riven heart of mine
I long to hear your voice so calm
The way it used to send shivers down my spine
In the good old days, where the sun would always shine
Around this riven heart of mine
poem by Emily Daniel
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Desolation
I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain
Of love unrequited, or cold death’s woe,
Is sweet, compared to that hour when we know
That some grand passion is on the wane.
When we see that the glory, and glow, and grace
Which lent a splendour to night and day,
Are surely fading, and showing grey
And dull groundwork of the commonplace.
When fond expressions on dull ears fall,
When the hands clasp calmly without one thrill,
When we cannot muster by force of will
The old emotions that came at call.
When the dream has vanished we fain would keep,
When the heart, like a watch, runs out of gear,
And all the savour goes out of the year,
Oh, then is the time – if we could – to weep!
But no tears soften this dull, pale woe;
We must sit and face it with dry, sad eyes.
If we seek to hold it, the swifter joy flies –
We can only be passive, and let it go.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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1975
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day
Go on and press your face
All up against the glass
Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn
Swing and missing all
Almost every time
Yeah, almost every time
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day
Go on and press your face
All up against the glass
Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn
Swing and missing all
Almost every time
Im not alive, 1975
Id spend my time wasted, dull, damaged, and blind
Im not alive, 1975
Yeah, 1975
I see scratches and the idiot kids
I watched them getting high
Out in the cold blue sky
Watch and wonder as the asphalt babies burned
Dancing in the flame, laughing all of the while
Im not alive, 1975
Id spend my time wasted, dull, damaged, and blind
Im not alive, 1975
Watch and wonder as they fade away...
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Sounds a lot like me
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Sounds a lot like me
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Yeah, almost all of the time
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Whoa, 1975
I m not alive, 1975
I was not alive, 1975
Id spend all my time wasted dull, damaged, and blind 1975
Watch and wonder as they fade away...
song performed by by Everclear
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Dull and Foolishness
Other people have more than enough
But I alone seem to have lost everything.
I am dull and foolish!
Other people are clear
While I alone am confused.
Other people are clever
While I am stupid.
I feel lost at sea,
Tossed about on the winds of a storm.
Everyone else has things to do
While I am dull and stupid.
But I am different from others.
I am nourished by the Great Mother.
(extracted from Tao Te Ching, chapter 20)
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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The word "mundane" has come to mean boring and dull, and it really shouldn't. It should mean the opposite because it comes from the latin mundus, meaning the world, and the world is anything but dull; the world is wonderful. There's real poetry in the real world. Science is the poetry of reality.
quote by Richard Dawkins
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Two Beliefs
on the belief that too much sunshine
makes us a desert
we shy away from play
when we were small they showed us Jack
who worked and worked and forgot to play
making him a dull boy
which way: a dull boy in the desert?
oh, these beliefs are mere advices
try thinking on your own
weigh things and
decide on your own
play when the dogs are away
and do not bark on the wrong tree
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The idea that seeing life means going from place to place and doing a great variety of obvious things is an illusion natural to dull minds.
quote by Charles Horton Cooley
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An army without culture is a dull-witted army, and a dull-witted army cannot defeat the enemy.
quote by Mao Zedong
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In Spaces Limited
So many are stuck in times,
Within locked minds fearing change.
Or the process that takes them...
Away to new places.
And experiences unexplained.
In spaces limited a rotation continues.
A rotation accepted with the sameness of it!
Like a rusting with dust given permission to oxidize...
Bright eyes dull,
Minimizing active lives.
Although a freedom is there to breathe and do it deeply...
Many prefer their familiar ruts.
With others who have given up.
To share and say what they would do...
If God would bless them with a stroke of good luck.
In spaces limited a rotation continues.
A rotation accepted with the sameness of it!
So many are stuck in times,
Within locked minds fearing change.
Or the process that takes them...
Away to new places.
And experiences unexplained.
Like a rusting with dust given permission to oxidize...
Bright eyes dull,
Minimizing active lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sex Has Come Between Us
Ah, ah, ah
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
You were my best friend (best friend)
We've been through much together
And you have seen me (seen me)
In both good and bad weather
Someone had asked me
I'da said "Never!"
You kissed me and I kissed back
Boy and a girl, it's a natural fact
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
Sex has come between us
(come between us, tween, t-t-t-tween us)
Everything has changed
It's getting dull and strange
Sex has come between us
Okay
It was Sunday night (it was Sunday night)
You came over for coffee
And we stayed up all night (and we stayed up all night)
Getting closer just talking
Someone had asked me
And I'da said "No way!"
You touched me and I touched back
Girl and a boy in a natural act
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
Sex has come between us
(come between us, tween, t-t-t-tween us)
Everything has changed
It's getting dull and strange
Sex has come between us
You turn, turn me on
I never thought, thought you would
Is this a big, big mistake?
Or is this something good?
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
Sex has come between us
(come between us, tween, t-t-t-tween us)
Everything has changed
It's getting dull and strange
Sex has come between us
Everything has changed
It's pitiful and strange
How we rearrange
Sex..has come between us
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
Sex has come between us
(come between us, tween, t-t-t-tween us)
Everything has changed
It's getting dull and strange
Sex has come between us
You were my best friend
song performed by by Vitamin C
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Heartbeat
Empty, dull, lifeless.
I heard my heartbeat through your footsteps
thumping loudly into life
as you get closer and closer.
But that was not the end of it
as that was not the start...
my heartbeat's dying
as you walked away farther and farther.
And when you're gone,
there was a beat no more.
And that was the end of it,
as it was from the start...
empty, dull, lifeless.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Lower the standard
Touch up and make up appeal raw eyes.
Exaggeration is made for dull brains.
Simplification is made for low minds.
Mass appeal means the lowered standard.
10.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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