The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.
quote by Lillie Langtry
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The ordinary scientific man is strictly a sentimentalist. He is a sentimentalist in this essential sense, that he is soaked and swept away by mere associations.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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Until Something Loved Comes Along
One loves what is done.
Another enjoys what is done.
And a third likes what is done.
Which one does what is done,
Because there is nothing else to do?
'I would say it is the one who loves what is done!
Since what is done is all that one wishes to do.'
What about the one that likes what is done?
'That one neither loves or enjoys it.
It is just something to do,
Until something loved comes along...
That can be enjoyed! '
It does seem that those who love what is done,
Have little time for anything else to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truly, the challenges we face are not Democratic challenges or Republican challenges. In fact, they are not political challenges at all; they are fiscal challenges, and educational challenges, and the challenges of figuring out how to take care of each other.
quote by Christine Gregoire
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We must never undervalue any person. The workman loves not that his work should be despised in his presence. Now God is present everywhere, and every person is His work.
quote by Saint Francis de Sales
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Loves Me Like A Rock
Words & music by paul simon
When I was a little boy, (when I was just a boy)
And the devil would call my name (when I was just a boy)
Id say now who do,
Who do you think youre fooling? (when I was just a boy)
Im a consecrated boy (when I was just a boy)
Im a singer in a sunday choir
Oh , my mama loves, she loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Like she loves me like a rock
She rocks me like the rock of ages
And loves me
She love me, love me, love me, love me
When I was grown to be a man (grown to be a man)
And the devil would call my name (grown to be a man)
Id say now who do,
Who do you think youre fooling? (grown to be a man)
Im a consummated man (grown to be a man)
I can snatch a little purity
My mama loves me, she loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Like she loves me like a rock
She rocks me like the rock of ages
And loves me
She love me, love me, love me, love me
And if I was president (was the president)
The minute congress call my name (was the president)
Id say who do,
Who do you think youre fooling? (who do you think youre fooling)
Ive got the presidential seal (was the president)
Im up on the presidential podium
My mama loves me
She loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Like she loves me like a rock
She rocks me like the rock of ages
And loves me
Fade out:
She love me, love me, love me, love me
(loves me like a rock)
song performed by by Paul Simon
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My Own Proverb
Love a person who loves you
Like a person who likes you
Hear a person who hears you
Help a person who needs you
Respect a person who respects you
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Sonnet: What A Human Being Loves?
Oh, how one loves being called by his name!
Oh, how one loves more being spoken to!
Oh, how one loves to take part in a game!
Oh, how one loves to show what he can do.
A human being loves to talk to next;
A human being loves to walk abreast;
A human being loves the opposite sex;
A loving touch from person kind, works best.
A human being loves to have a friend;
A human being loves to have siblings;
A human being hates to much depend;
A human being knows God ’midst earthlings.
God's Love made man, the best amongst creatures;
Man’s love is exemplary in features.
poem by John Celes
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Hated and Loved
Hated are the cruel of the ages,
Their emotions are stronger than stone and pages.
Hated are the young of the ages,
Where are endeavours, the support and fences?
Hated are the sportsmen of the ages
Who cancel their dreams and farmhouses.
Hated are the professions of the ages
That send messages.
Hated are men and women of the ages
Who work with people in the madhouses.
Hatred is a disease we conquered when love sustained us,
When love was cherished in absoluteness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Within the Tomb
Within the tomb is another person,
Fair and concentrated in his or her own work;
It went many years before his or her death,
In prayers there stood the comprehension,
A brighter garden of tricks fell to the ground,
Climbing was a tragedy, climbing was defeat,
Mounting the horses seemed a deed of deeds
To be met with failure and embarrassment.
The person inside the tomb spoke
And relayed the thoughts of a lifetime;
To knock and alter the ages we wore.
Like some cage the person wetted the sky,
A ceiling of misery was in order.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Emphasization to Dilemmanize
With an emphasization to dilemmanize,
I seek to be basic.
And fresh I feel!
As if I've taken a mental enema.
Ridding my mind of toxins,
Seeking to pollute my thoughts...
With leftover BS I don't need.
And it can become quite difficult to process,
Those ideals that may have a chance...
Against those that do not snap quickly into focus.
Challenges that come too easy,
Aren't challenges.
I can say there has been times,
The elimination could have been less traumatic...
IF I had not tried to impress myself.
And I have no idea when that started.
However...
Playing with a full 'deck'
Has not always been an ambition.
As it is of late!
'What is this you are talking about now? '
I have no clue whatsoever!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Canvas
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The stories that it tells.
Oh how she loves to paint her thoughts,
And etch a perfect spell.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The memories that it holds.
Oh how she loves to trace the lines,
And tell if new or old.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
Her stability in an unstable world.
Oh how she loves to fret away,
At all of her unfurled.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A standstill of art and truth.
Oh how she loves the feel of it,
To reminisce her youth.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A long work of her life.
Oh how she loves the twisted colors,
Splashes of red upon white.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
She crafts each inch with care.
She hides her canvas well away,
Though she often earns a stare.
Do not tell of her canvas,
Keep the secret- she insists.
But perhaps some time take a second glance,
For her canvas is her wrist.
poem by Dayna Mortimore
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Life in the business is also highly challenging. Sometimes you are dissatisfied, it's difficult sometimes. You're always thinking of how it could be better. It's a 20-legged race, you don't work alone. There are so many others working to tell the same story. We as Indian artists don't have the luxury of being individuals. We represent ages and ages. The work of an artist is a highly responsible one.
quote by Tantoo Cardinal
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Only as a warrior can one withstand the path of knowledge. A warrior cannot complain or regret anything. His life is an endless challenge, and challenges cannot possibly be good or bad. Challenges are simply challenges.
quote by Carlos Castaneda
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That is one of the reasons one enjoys acting. Now and again, you get scenes where you work with somebody really good and you have a good time trying to make it really work and really work well.
quote by Albert Finney
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Who Loves Me
Who loves me?
Is it the woman who carried me in her womb for 7 months?
Or is the man that I am the spitting image of that I call Pop?
Who loves me?
Is it my three siblings who I grew up with?
Or is it their children who call me Uncle Ronald?
Who loves me?
Is it my friend I known for most of my life?
Or is it the woman I Instant message and hopes to one day make my wife?
Who loves me?
Well out of all those people I mention
I can’t tell you which one of them loves me.
From my mother to the woman who’s more than likely my future wife.
But I can tell you this I know at least one person who loves me,
and that is me.
That’s right
it is me
who love me!
Second Chance
Sometimes we do something without thinking and it turns out bad
One mistake can rude your life
Unless you get
Second chance
To see the person you love in same class with you again
You feel it’s your time to make it right
It never too late to do it
You get that feeling you felt before and it all coming back
You can’t talk to that person again and stop looking at that person
You feel all butterfly coming back too
You feel nervous and feel that person is right for you
Second chance
To show that you still care for that person and want to be with that person
If she or he still have feelings for you, you hope and pray it work out
You finally got that person you want and if that
Second chance
Doesn’t work out then it never meant to be after all
You have to move on
Second Chance
poem by Christina Phan
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Catharses
‘My husband is away;
Father is blind, mother sleeping,
A good time, visit me soon.’
A girl in dance addresses Lord
Srinivasa.
The genre,
Audience enjoys,
The girl enjoys,
The singer enjoys,
And all women do.
No one is pricked.
The addressee is the Lord.
Catharses in sublimation.
05.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wealth belongs to the person who enjoys it and not to the one who keeps it.
The fact that a person loves one particular person is what is important; the life lesson, whether you are homosexual or heterosexual, is that you not be promiscuous, and true to one person.
quote by Loretta Devine
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He loves me, He loves me not
He loves me,
he loves me not
Like a fairy tale
a flower pedal
represents love,
but of course
He loves me,
he loves me not
There is no
I'm not sure's
or I like you, but's
just seven little words
He loves me,
He loves me not
There are no other girls
no jelousy or pain
no arguments, no humiliation
it all falls into
He loves me,
He loves me not
But what if...
it doesn't exist
if love is truly such a fairy tale
then explain this:
He loves me,
He loves me not
He loves me,
He loves me not
He loves me,
He loves me not
poem by Bailey Logan
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