Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality and benevolence, the other from pride or fear.
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He who gives what he would as readily throw away, gives without generosity; for the essence of generosity is in self sacrifice.
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Generosity with strings is not generosity; It is a deal.
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Generosity with strings is not generosity It is a deal.
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A compliment reflected
To praise the ‘generosity of soul’
in someone other – and that, to their face –
must be, to know that quality oneself;
and more, to be familiar in its use;
what splendour there of human character –
to link together these two noble words:
to recognise in others, one’s own soul;
and then, to see one’s generosity,
reflected in another’s qualities;
and then, to link the two as action seen,
joins mind, heart, soul, in generosity
in one that names and one that’s named, akin!
To show, and see, and praise, makes parity
in earth as is in heav’n: true charity.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Reformation
When the slavery was abolished,
The equality was not envisaged.
The equality has been established,
Thanks to the masters’ generosity.
Applauded is the generosity.
It’ll translate itself to fraternity.
20 01 2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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And I don't say that we didn't expect it, but we were pleasantly surprised to see the generosity of their foreign policy; and the generosity of their foreign policy at that moment was expressed through the Marshall Plan.
quote by Gianni Agnelli
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True Aussie Heroes And Heroines
From Victoria's bushfires great stories we hear
Stories of great courage in the face of fear
Stories of generosity and selflessness of the catastrophe abound
When heroes and heroines are needed they are to be found
Where hundreds of people and more than a million animals have died
And more than two thousand homes have been destroyed
Of courage and generosity the many cannot be denied
The heroes and heroines of Victoria's blackened countryside
The fire fighters and volunteers who risked their lives for others to save
Where courage is needed you will find the brave
The people who gave homes to the homeless the men and women who helped in every way
These are the true heroes and heroines of Australia's blackest ever day
The Aussie generosity and courage one has to admire
It surely did surface in Victoria's monster fire.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.
quote by Kahlil Gibran
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Offer
Who
Who am I to be blue
Look at my family and fortune
Look at my friends and my house
Who
Who am I to feel deadend
Who am I to feel spent
Look at my health and my money
And where
Where do I go to feel good
Why do I still look outside me
When clearly Ive seen it wont work
Is it my calling to keep on when Im unable
And is it my job to be selfless extraordinary
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
And why
Why do I feel so ungrateful
Me who is far beyond survival
Me who see life as an oyster
Is it my calling to keep on when Im unable
And is it my job to be selfless extraodinary
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
And how
How dare I rest on my laurels
How dare I ignore an outstretched hand
How dare I ignore a third world country
Is it my calling to keep on when Im unable
And is it my job to be selfless extraodinairy
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
Who
Who am I to be woo
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Breath of Death
Death is not death-
It is life without breath.
Life on earth is life that is blind-
Blinded by stress and the curse of time…
True life is life that remains untied,
Pure life is life that has honor and pride.
The cold breathe of death actually guilds-
It guilds to a place where darkness subsides…
Passed the shadow a secluded warmth is seen,
Benevolence and compassion becomes pristine.
Yes, this death is death indeed
A death of pain and an unheard plead.
However death is not death-
Only life without breath.
poem by Brad Lomeli
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My Canadian Chronicles 22
Sometimes we go to places
to meet strangers
whom have come into our lives
never knowing what we might find.
We are moved by their kindness
and their giving up their time
to take us here and there
wondering all the time
how we can repay their generosity.
We can give them our friendship,
but never feeling that is enough.
We can only offer what we can give
which in our case is not much
always hoping one day
we can treat them to the world.
Forever we will link hands
across the oceans wide
hoping all the time they will visit us
and we can extend the same generosity
that they have shown to us.
15 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Liquid Generosity
The ocean offers her abundance;
Are you jealous of the ocean’s generosity?
Why would she refuse to give this gift to anyone?
Fish do not hold her sacred liquid in cups
They swim in huge liquid freedom…
Be a fish;
Swim in your boundless abundance
Share that abundance
Generosity is only limited by unwillingness
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Moorish Mind.... Adult Nature
I want to rise upon the beast of no shame where lady love whimpers,
Breathless be thy name of mine Adonis,
My Lord whos generosity i besiege
Adonis be the air im unable to leave.
I want to snap as a twig beneath his mighty form and swaddle within the thighs of generosity warm,
Wish my tongue could know his scent as a dear old friend and mine ears could harness his words which he is generous to lend,
Towards the world i cannot.... but adore
Let me writhe in a moments mind passion, then ask for more, more, more
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Breath Of Death
Death is not death,
It is life without breath,
Life on earth is life that is blind,
Blinded by stress and the curse of time,
True life is life that remains untied,
Pure life is life that has honor and pride,
The cold breathe of death actually guilds,
It guilds to a place where darkness subsides,
Passed the shadow a secluded warmth is seen,
Benevolence and compassion becomes pristine,
The Floor is cover with clouds of gold,
An eternal joy that never grows old,
They wait for you to come alive,
Trumpets waiting for you to arrive,
Sitting there is the humble Lord,
Guarding the gates with his shield and sword,
All your loved ones and all you've known,
How can this love even be shown,
Reach out your heart and give him your hand,
There is nothing to fear so please understand,
He knows you believe but now you must try,
You must understand that to live you must die,
Yes, this death is death indeed,
A death of pain and an unheard plead.,
However this death is truly not death,
Only new life that lives without breath.
poem by Bradley Lomeli
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Life’s Problem
A grand puzzle is a problem of order,
Order may run out, the circle is round;
Gases seep into the breathing air,
Fulfilling me in every puzzling manner,
They require order to stop the spread of gas.
May you turn into use and generosity,
Killing me with kindness and love.
I request for genuine aid as a father
And sons shall solve and define.
We need the most beautiful children
To solve the problem of life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Rest in peace
Every time I want to end it all I hesitate then stop
I have tried a knife a gun but from my hand they all drop
Is it fear of death or love of life that ironically prevents me?
Is it the lack of strength or is it the bitterness of my enemy
The darkness of my shadow is a reflection of within
forgetting is my greatest gift while regretting is my sin
I love a few people and I am faithful to death
but I also hate many and I would take their last breath
don't come near me don't touch me don't even wipe my venom tears
do not ask and I will not answer nowadays even walls have ears
I will live and i will lend you time, you will suffer from my generosity
we each have something special to brag about mine is animosity
I shall wait for my life reaper for it shall not harm my ease
I shall count the stars i dreamt of reaching as i rest in peace
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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We are here to add to the sum of human goodness. To prove the thing exists. And however futile each individual act of courage or generosity, self-sacrifice or grace-it still proves the thing exists. Each act adds to the fund. It needs replenishment. Not only because evil flourishes, and is, most indefensibly, defended. But because goodness is no longer a respectable aim in life. The hound of hell, envy, has driven it from the house.
Josephine Hart in Sin
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The poor don't know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity.
quote by Jean-Paul Sartre
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What is called generosity is usually only the vanity of giving; we enjoy the vanity more than the thing given.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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If I Could Ask Any Gift From God?
If I could ask any gift from God
after decades of life lived learning
I would not ask for wealth riches
that could steal time luxury living
care of fame fortune
power pride decisions
at cost of empathy generosity
humility acquiring
I would ask for courage
heart strength visions
to be my greatest potentiality
slave God serving
poem by Terence George Craddock
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