I don't have any pangs to where I want to be with the Broncos.
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It's really been a better situation for me being with the Crush than it would if I were with the Broncos because this has given me a lot more broad range.
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Gentlemen Broncos
Jennifer Coolidge, John Baker, Steve Berg, Halley Feiffe, Johnny Hoops
from Gentlemen Broncos (2009)
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Let Me Not Forget
If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
As my days pass in the crowded market of this world
and my hands grow full with the daily profits,
let me ever feel that I have gained nothing
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,
when I spread my bed low in the dust,
let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me
---let me not forget a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound
and the laughter there is loud,
let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Cuscuta
Written By Sughra Sadaf
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
Some unknown pangs
Gripped, caught my giant like existence,
All gloom of the world has contracted
In my inner-self; but it all happened
In such a way that all springs of your love,
And showers of your fondness,
Altogether
Can not remove my pangs at all,
Can not recover me from pain at all,
But you must know there waits yet behind,
Remedy of your spitefulness.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Heart Whispered
The heart whispered,
After the intensity
Of the pangs would reduce,
I would write the verse;
After the bewildering horror
Of death would decrease,
I would write the verse:
The intensity
Of the pangs does not reduce;
The bewildering horror
Of death does not decrease.
The wailing, the bawling,
The crying, the mourning,
Do not let heartily sleep,
Do not let heartily weep.
Then after
Cheerful sleep and weeping deep,
I shall write the verse.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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We Cry for Food and They Give Us Bullets
Food! Food! Food!
It is all that we need
It is all that we need
to calm down our spirits!
It is food that fills
that fills the empty pangs
of our stomachs,
pangs that make us yawn
but cannot sleep
that make us gulp
but cannot vomit,
that make our saliva
taste sour and acidic!
We cry for food
like the helpless little children
with the art to attract attention
by our street demonstrations.
Yes, we cry for food like little children
to calm down our spirits,
that the cry cannot at all be neglected
for it is food,
it is food that soothes our spirits.
But you give us bullets
on the streets where we stage
our cry for food
You give us bullets
instead of food.
But even bullets cannot silence
our cry for food
for as long as we`re hungry
we shall be like little children
that will ever cry for food.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Behind…
Behind my umptine sufferings,
I see God’s plan for me;
Behind Life’s crosses I carry,
I see God’s blessing me.
Behind world’s acts of treachery,
God’s Hand does protect me;
Behind each time of temptation,
God purifies my soul.
Behind my pangs of hunger felt,
God gives me satiety;
Behind my pangs of sex-urges,
God bestows piety.
Behind my many blunders made,
God gives me new foresight;
Behind my failures in my life,
I see how God saves me.
Behind my days of solitude,
God speaks in special ways;
Behind my every good deed done,
God lengthens my earth days,
Behind my times of ecstasy,
God cuts me down to size;
Behind my thoughts of fantasy,
God warns me of more vice.
Behind the veil of sins of mine,
God cautions me of hell;
Behind my acts of penitence,
God tells my soul is well!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-9-2000
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Gratitude changes the pangs of memory into a tranquil joy.
quote by Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.
quote by Joseph Addison
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When you're invited, eat heartily, because if they like you they'll laugh, and if they don't like you they'll feel the pangs of death.
Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
quote by Jane Austen
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’Tis a Sad, Mad World!
A famished, ill-clad beggar stands
Amidst some barking dogs!
All searching through the garbage-dump
For left-over food, fast;
Each taking turns at emptying,
The things inedible;
Their hunger-pangs can drive them mad;
Will Dame Luck smile on them?
His eyes keep straining just for food,
On plantain-leaves by luck;
The scorching sun can’t bother him,
Nor can the stench within;
His pangs of hunger goads him on
To lick the residue;
His face keeps smiling when he sees,
A morsel of cooked grain!
The dogs are happy biting bones,
Though meat, they never meet;
He’s back to work upon the pile
And sorts the rocks from leaves;
There’s silence excepting the noise
Of scrambling for food found;
The garbage-dump’s a blessed spot,
Where man and beast share food!
poem by John Celes
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Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
Jane Austen in Northanger Abbey
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Who Knows When the Eve Befalls
The shades of my wall have begun,
Merging into the dusky Anchal of Eve,
Only a few moments are left behind.
Only a few moments are left behind,
My fingers will hold the hemmed edge,
Of your memories that take me along,
On the same paths, in the same streets,
Where lies the wealth of forsaken times,
Those spent hours, the consumed life.
Forgetting all agonizing seasons,
The affairs, and the tales of pangs,
The memories will collect, assemble me,
Intake me into the restful soothing soft lap.
And in the gallery of night, all complaints,
Shall be erased from the slates of heart and mind;
But Ah! Again the dawning morn will snatch,
Scratchingly the Anchal from the head of night,
Again there will be the same tedious affairs,
The same world, the same bubbling pangs,
And the same sunny scorching streets,
The same life with very tormenting troubles.
But who knows when the eve befalls again,
The same eve which in exchange,
Of the tediousness of the day shows me,
The same world of the delightful dreams,
Oscillating me into your sweet streets again.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The public must suffer untold pangs from the stiffness, the deliberate stifling of emotion, on the part of many British actors.
quote by Ivor Novello
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Progressive rhetoric has the effect of concealing social crisis and moral breakdown by presenting them as the birth pangs of a new order.
quote by Christopher Lasch
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Truth is born into this world only with pangs and tribulations, and every fresh truth is received unwillingly.
quote by Alfred Russel Wallace
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The Crown
She had twelve stars for diadem;
She had for footstool the full moon;
Her quiet eyes, outshining them,
Kept memories of the night and noon
And the still moms at Nazareth
When in her arms the Child drew breath.
So safe, so warm, He slept by her,
In her enfolding arms at peace,
Her milky babe, little and dear;
And yet the Tree that should be His
Grew in the forest, wide and high,
Whose branches should fill all the sky.
He made twelve stars into her crown
And set the moon below her feet.
He was King in Jerusalem Town,
With twelve spines for His Coronet
To pierce the brain and blood and bone,
Were made for Man's Redemption.
Oh, when she answered Gabriel
With 'Be it done!' could she foresee
The high pangs that she took as well?
With Bethlehem should be Calvary?
Or was that moment of high bliss
Born with sharp pangs, fierce agonies?
Hath she beneath her Crown of Stars
Remembrance of the thorns wherewith
Her people crowned her Son? What scars,
Redder than roses in a wreath,
Doth she wear in a coronal
Under the lights that rise and fall?
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame, but probably only for this reason, that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Life's Valley
Put an end
On the journey
Of
Loneliness and isolation
In your life's valley
And
Enjoy a life time of protection
Under
The light and warmth
Of
The bright sun.
And let it take care
Of all your pangs-
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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