It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It's called living.
quote by Terry Pratchett
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Life Passes Us By All Too Soon
I wasn't sure what was around the corner
In fact my head was up there on high
Never had I seen it all coming
But one day I suddenly opened my eyes
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
Hand in hand we both walked along
Your smile meant everything to me
How I recall all those years we spent
And now I'm left to only believe
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
I never gave it much a thought I admit
Like a child I never gave it much care
One day that all finally changed
When I turned for you and you wasn't there
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
So now I think back to those days gone
As I walk alone and think of you
Forget you never this is what I feel
But life has shown me something new
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
poem by Suelynn Walters
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So where's my silver lining?
I ofetn ly awake and wonder
while outside the stars are shining
well, on this earth someone sure loves me
and he's called my silver lining...
When i think of what he's like i see
his smile's mischivious, his eyes are loving
he's promised to love me all my life
and he's called my silver lining...
When i think of what his nature would be
so true are this thoughts & genuine each feeling
i sure hope he always stays that way
and he's called my silver lining...
When i think of what our relation feels life
he's my hero, he's protective & calls me his darling
he shares & cares, he understands my silence
and he's called my silver lining...
Well on this earth, someone sure loves me
and he's called my silver lining...
with dreams in my eyes, i'm waiting right now
so where's my silver living?
poem by Nitya Pillai
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story
Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Passes away
Passes away
Everything passes away
The night the star
The day the fire
Everything everything.
I remained as it is
Where it is
Here as a fairy tale.
Death passes away
Birth passes away
And passes away
Everything passes away.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Thieves Like Us
Ive watched your face for a long time
Its always the same
Ive studied the cracks and the wrinkles
You were always so vain
Well, now you live your life like a shadow
In the pouring rain
Oh, its called love
Yes, its called love
Oh, its called love
And it belongs to us
Oh, it dies so quickly
It grows so slowly
But when it dies, it dies for good
Its called love
And it belongs to everyone but us
Ive lived my life in the valleys
Ive lived my life on the hills
Ive lived my life on alcohol
Ive lived my life on pills
But its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
And its the only thing thats worth living for
Its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
Yes its called love
Oh, love is found in the east and west
But when love is at home, its the best
Love is the cure for every evil
Love is the air that supports the eagle
Its called love
And its so un-cool
Its called love
And somehow its become unmentionable
Its called love
And it belongs to every one of us
Its called love
And it cuts your life like a broken knife
song performed by by New Order
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This Life Called Mine
This life called mine
Is not under your shadow.
Not under your beck and call.
Not living under that,
Not living it or giving it under that.
This life called mine...
Is exactly what it is.
Mine.
And not yours to say,
When I should put out.
Or when you feel the need to put in!
This life called mine...
I call it a condo.
I own all that which is inside.
And all that is outside of me...
God takes care of.
And I'm not charged a maintainance fee.
And I'm not trying to break my lease...
Either.
Or leave unexpectedly!
At least...
Give me some kind of a 50 year notice.
This life called mine.
And I've become fond,
Of Mother Nature's wholesomeness.
Fine it is,
This life of mine.
Fine it is,
The gloriousness of it.
I'd be out of my mind,
Not to fine the life I love to live...
Fine.
And I thank The Divine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Without Your Love
(michael bolton/doug james)
Looks like you win
Its just like you called it from the start
I let you in
Now I cant get you out of my heart
Here I am
Im dreamin about you night and day
Wanting you
Needing you
Hopin you stay
All of my life
I thought I knew the taste of sweet
In my eye
My life was so complete
There you were
That same smile you wear tonight
Suddenly
This heart and me
Cant understand how
Ive been living without your love
Never know how I did it so long
Living without your love
All I know is I just cant go on
Living without your love
Darlin Ive had more than enough
Living without your love
Till I found you
I never knew love could feel like this
Now that I do
I wanna make up for what I missed
Here we are
What I thought was just a dream
Its comin true
Because of you
I know what love means
And Ive been living without your love
Never know how I made it so long
Living without your love
All I know is I just cant go on
Living without your love
Darlin Ive had more than enough
Of living without your love
All the world couldnt see
But somehow you knew
Everything I ever needed
Id find it with you
(Ive been) Ive been living without your love
Never know how I made it so long
Living without your love
All I know is I just cant go on
Living without your love
Darlin Ive had more than enough
Of living without your love
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Flower
She dreams of the country
Her eyes go far away.
She wishes for flowers
He says, perhaps in may.
The city always was gray
The reflections of his eyes.
And she knows he liked it that way
And that way he shall die, well...
Shes always known,
That there was something more.
Theres this hunger in her belly
Like an instinct it tells her that theres something more.
This living shouldnt be called living
cause its really only half a life.
Shes a flower that grows despite cement holes
And she will survive, she will survive.
Shes a rare breed with violet eyes
And leafy limbs.
In conversations she looks for cracks
To dig her roots deep in.
And her ways come up like daisies,
She pushes her head to the sun.
She says I am content here to grow
Despite the steel frost that consumes everyone.
Shes always known,
That there was something more.
Theres this hunger in her belly
Like an instinct it tells her that theres something more.
This living shouldnt be called living
cause its really only half a life.
Shes a flower that grows despite cement holes.
And she will survive, she will survive.
In the end these steel cages will consume us
And like coffins ignorance will take us in and
Fashion dont mean anything
cause fashion cannot be our friends.
And when all else fades away
And the city falls into its sleep.
Well still have flesh, blood, bones and
Our soul to deal with so we should
Dig our roots deep.
Always known,
That theres something more.
Theres this hunger in our bellies
Its like an instinct it tells us that theres something more.
This living shouldnt be called living
cause its really only half a life.
Shes a flower that grows despite cement holes.
And we will survive, we will survive, we will survive, we will
Survive.
song performed by by Jewel
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Without You
WITHOUT YOU
performed by: Debbie Gibson
written by: Deborah Gibson and Tatsuro Yamashita
Verse 1:
Couldn't go anywhere
Without feeling,
All alone inside
Could say I didn't care
But that would be a lie
I've seen a million faces
Passing through my eyes
But yours stays with me
And I hope you realize that....
Chorus 1:
Life wouldn't be the same without you
That whole world revolves around you
And when I've called on you
You were always there
Only a true friend can give me
All the joy each day you bring me
I have to tell you 'cause it's true
Life wouldn't be the same
Without you
Verse 2:
I could turn
I could smile
I could cry for a little while
'Cause I know you'll always put me in my place
It's this thing friendship brings
A little of everything
But most of all a smile to my face
And I've seen a million of them
Passing through my eyes
But yours stays with me
I just hope you realize that....
Chorus 2:
Life wouldn't be the same without you
That whole world shines all around you
And when I've called on you
You were always there
Only a true friend can give me
All the joy each day you bring me
I have to tell you 'cause it's true
Life wouldn't be the same
Without you
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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With Perfect Relation
Life indeed is with purpose
Dog's life you think and suppose
What does it do? Eats only and barks
Yet the name attached with loyalty and sparks
Life can't be part time
It has purpose sometimes
Prove true to your conscious
Work steady but continuous
Life has mission
It may have many things for admission
For true confession
Yet it can not be called profession
Life is not practiced
It is promised
With noble act
The basic need in fact
It is gift from almighty
Let us make it as beauty
Beauty with difference
To live with in its presence
It can never be burden
As it may have many angles in shapes even
Sad, happiness and separation
To be enjoyed with perfect relation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Broken Mirror
My life is almost over; that's a fact
Statistically derived but simply true;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked
And so reflects two, three, or more, that lack
Cohesion. Which one's goal shall I pursue—
My life is almost over; that's a fact—
In time remaining? Luggage largely packed,
Past boxed and crated, little left to do,
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked
And won't be fixed and always did refract
The one before it into at least two.
My life is almost over; that's a fact,
But life cannot be lived in the abstract
And begs for certainties that it once knew:
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked;
I look away in search of the exact;
Nights melt the shadow shrinking from my view;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked.
My life is almost over; that's my fact.
poem by David Berman
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Down to Earth
Expectations,
As expectations go...
Seem only to achieve,
A certain level of acceptance.
And to appease those with ambitions...
To be down to Earth without attempts,
To pollinate wishes and dreams...
Often considered out of reach and unobtainable.
May those who are believed to be out of touch...
By a seeking to break down walls of limitations,
One day be welcomed from their flights of 'fancy'...
In the sharing with others,
That the world is, indeed, round.
And not flat!
With those living in other places,
Experiencing the many cultures and races...
With an acknowledgement of that fact!
'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.'
And unbelievable as it may seem to them,
There are others also 'down to Earth'.
And apparently living to explore it!
'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.
Believe it.
It's true.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0012 Remembering and being reminded
‘Did you remember to tidy up that room of yours
this morning – or do you need reminding? …’
that gap between remembering and being reminded
pursues our childhood and right through our life
as if there are two compartments in our brain
joined by the snaky sliding metal walkway
between two railway carriages at top speed,
the air, the ground, our life, flashing by
how close they are, how far apart,
what parts them in the living heart?
as, how can I ever forget you, all the life
we lived together, every little movement
of your eyes, your body, yes, your mind,
your eyes on me, the day
you looked at me, then looked away…
yes, I remember you, in every little thing
- then on the crowded street, before
some fancy high-priced fashion store,
some woman passes, with a dash
of Worth’s ‘Je reviens’ – and like a flash
I’m some old heart, some long ago to now heart, reminded that
I get along without you very well,
of course I do… except when all the scents of you
become our song, and you are you…
and behind, the memory
of whom I like to live and be,
and the sharper, true, intense
reminder of my truer sense.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Just Called To Say I Love You
No new yearss day
To celebrate
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact heres just another ordinary day
No april rain
No flowers bloom
No wedding saturday within the month of june
But what it is
Is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
No summers high
No warm july
No harvest moon to light one tender august night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
No even time for birds to fly to southern skies
No libra sun
No halloween
No giving thanks to all the christmas joy you bring
But what it is
Though old so new
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do.
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
Of my heart
Of my heart
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Unbelıevable Thought
I never thought about the fact
that I could ever lose you.
To me, it seemed impossible.
That could never come true.
I would never let that thought
ever cross my mind.
I guess I just closed my eyes
and shut the window blind.
And there in my lonely heart
I would always find you.
For that's where you live, you know
where love is a rendezvous.
You are the heart that beats my life.
You make my breaths come slow.
My life is so entwined with you.
So I cannot let you go.
I will not think about the fact
that I could ever lose you.
For you have changed just who I am.
The other me is through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Those Sweetly Given Critiques
Whatever it is that is in your life,
You believe hampers the doing...
Of those things you wish.
Remember this...
You called those shots!
You played the game the way you wanted.
Don't look at me and say I've got it made.
I've got faith and I've kept it.
Those days of my struggles...
I didn't complain.
Nor on a shoulder did I weep.
Whatever it is that is in your life,
You believe hampers the doing...
Of those things you wish.
Remember this...
You called those shots!
You played the game the way you wanted.
In fact,
I remember you telling me to get back.
And 'if' I truly knew anything,
I wouldn't be living where I'm living at.
Or live as basic as I do
'Only one lazy would live like that! '
How vividly I remember those sweetly given critiques!
Don't look at me and say I've got it made.
I've got faith and I've kept it.
Those days of my struggles...
I didn't complain.
Nor on a shoulder did I weep.
When things changed for me,
Because of the economy...
I made adjustments to the way I viewed my life.
You and others who think as they do,
On the other hand,
Can not accept...
You are not the center of the Universe.
You are 'still' in disbelief...
Your entire life has been fantasized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Princess's so-called 'time and space speech' at the end of '93 about a year after the formal separation, looking back on it it's called her retirement from public life but we've seen in fact it's nothing of the kind.
quote by Anthony Holden
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ACROSTIC (Cell)
Classified as a living thing,
each one is called a building block of life; the smallest
living biological structure found in all known
living organisms.
poem by Carolyn Brunelle
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One True Man
You made my decision
Now take hold of my hand
And Ill promise in front of the world
To be your one true man
Ill stand among my best friends
They all understand
That Im changing for the better (yes I am)
Im your one true man
I am your one true man
Your one true man I am
Im gonna love you like no one man can
Your one true man, I am
Living wit me isnt easy
My life has its demands
But I want you to know that wherever I go
Im your one true man
I am your one true man
You one true man I am...
Sometimes I get so crazy
You get so hard to hold on to
But I wont let you go
Cus I know, I know who I am
I am your one true man
Your one true man I am
Im gonna love you like no one man can
Your one true man I am
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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I can fairly be called an amateur because I do what I do, in the original sense of the word - for love, because I love it. On the other hand, I think that those of us who make our living writing history can also be called true professionals.
quote by David McCullough
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