The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials.
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The gem cannot be polished without friction, not a man perfected without trials.
The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials.
The diamond cannot be polished without friction, nor the man perfected without trials.
A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials.
quote by Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor a man perfected without trials.
Friction
I crave that touch
The friction
When the light outside
Dims
I desire your warmth next to me
The friction
I need the constant tugging and pulling
The forever playful fighting
The friction
So so damn close
I want it but pull away.
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor is a man perfect without trials.
A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor a man made perfect without trials.
Gems are polished by rubbing, just as men are made brilliant by trials.
All My Trials
I had a little book
Was give to me
And every page
Spoke of liberty
All my trials
Will soon be over
There is a tree
In paradise
The pilgrims call it
The tree of life
All my trials
Will soon be over
But its too late, my friend
Too late
But never mind
All my trials
Will soon be over
If religion were a thing
That money could buy
Then the rich would live
And the poor would die
All my trials
Will soon be over
All my trials
Will soon be over
song performed by by Nick Drake
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Physical Presence
I leave as I enter
another boy caught in-between
now all I can muster
are whispers to your screams
don't you remember
how you eased my disgrace
don't you remember
the love you saw in my face
perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
I sought affection
but now I realize
a cold rejection
the movement in your eyes
but I can remember
when you shook against me
I can remember
when I saw what love could be
perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
ain't what she did
it's the way that she did it
when I couldn't give
only she could forgive it
ain't what she did
it's the way that she did it
as long as I live
it's for me to re-live it . . .
silence . . .
part of the answer
is that there's really no escape
part of the answer
is that life can have such perfect shape
don't you remember
all the nights you shared in my disgrace
don't you remember
that the love that filled this empty space was . . .
. . . perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
song performed by by Level 42
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So, these political activities will create friction in and of themselves, and in this environment of friction there'll be additional violence.
quote by John Abizaid
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A Physical Presence
I leave as I enter
Another boy caught in-between
Now all I can muster
Are whispers to your screams
Dont you remember
How you eased my disgrace
Dont you remember
The love you saw in my face
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
I sought affection
But now I realize
A cold rejection
The movement in your eyes
But I can remember
When you shook against me
I can remember
When I saw what love could be
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
Aint what she did
Its the way that she did it
When I couldnt give
Only she could forgive it
Aint what she did
Its the way that she did it
As long as I live
Its for me to re-live it . . .
Silence . . .
Part of the answer
Is that theres really no escape
Part of the answer
Is that life can have such perfect shape
Dont you remember
All the nights you shared in my disgrace
Dont you remember
That the love that filled this empty space was . . .
. . . perfected in silence
A physical presence
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
song performed by by Level 42
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Welcome Cross
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss;
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to His feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear
I should prove a castaway?
Bastards may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not -- would not, if he might.
poem by William Cowper
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Olney Hymn 35: Welcome Cross
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss;
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to His feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear
I should prove a castaway?
Bastards may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not - would not, if he might.
poem by William Cowper
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The Cause Of Possessiveness
Relationship with another is based
On dependence derived from the other.
Dependence grows to possessiveness made
Of fear, suspicion and friction.
Craving for satisfaction, comforts and
The secured feelings is the impetus
For seeking someone of the other sex
To have emotional relationships.
A feeling of completeness will go through
The relationship, the loss of which does
Disrupt the very rhythm of his life
So lurk fear, suspicion and friction.
The primary cause of friction is oneself.
It's one's obsession that is the culprit
And not the other in case it suffers.
Blame yourself for the possessiveness.
Relationship is a process in which
One would discover the hidden cause
Of sorrow, which one must swallow
When it erupts, for the joy experienced.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Instinct perfected is a faculty of using and even constructing organized instruments; intelligence perfected is the faculty of making and using unorganized instruments.
quote by Henri Bergson
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A Song In Time
Notes floating, fleeting music in the air,
Swiftly flying, flowing one after another
Shaped in hues and fairydust scents
Of a melody once hummed by the birds
Tempo unaccented...a melancholic cure
Blended with beats of rhythm and blues
Molded into chords of frets and strings
Concocted an array of enchanting hymns
Gloomy, tearful eyes shining after a long time
Of polished new hopes spirited out from a song
Weep not! Say goodbye from sadness and blues
Promise never again sing a song out of tune
A song is a path like a journey we traverse
Composing and arranging to the ideal of pitch
A crescendo of life as in survival of the featest
A docendo discimus* from the trials of our lives
If once we have failed to write a song out of verse
Another time, another chance if we try to rehearse
Stop counting the times we stumble and fall...
Start counting the times we have risen from the fall
Music is mysterious like a life of trial and error
Of patience and time perfected in its splendor
A simple note to melody envisioned so divine
A maestro...an orchestra...and a song in time
poem by Cynthia Aluning
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Holiday (Life Poem)
Perfected spending ideal day off
Prepared a hot breakfast in bed
Procrastinated Java or Columbia
Perused the paper cover to cover
Perplexed prayer over crossword
Pampered by bath-time bubbles
Phoned almost forgotten friends
Purchased Murakami on Amazon
Polished off a lunchtime martini
Postponed exercise with siesta
Perambulated the beach slowly
Pushed the boat out for dinner
Preferred Barolo to Barbaresco
Panicked - work again tomorrow.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Some writers hate to go to trials, but I love trials.