This self-love is the instrument of our preservation; it resembles the provision for the perpetuity of mankind: it is necessary, it is dear to us, it gives us pleasure, and we must conceal it.
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The camera is no more an instrument of preservation, the image is.
quote by Berenice Abbott
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In particular, for younger researchers on whom the future of mankind may depend. We believe that they are working with all the scientific wisdom at their disposal for the preservation of the inheritance of the earth and for the lasting survival of mankind.
quote by Kenichi Fukui
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I deserve Mankind love to Heaven
I deserve mankind love to Heaven,
I deserve mankind love,
Heaven was to send that message,
Pleasure of poetry than truth,
It is I and I,
I saw that composure,
Art is my food and my good,
I deserve that mankind bread to see Heaven,
Can you see mankind love's to greatest morals?
Love Humanity,
From all my composure,
I think Art is my delicacies of great taste.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Shame’s role
Loyalty yields to self-preservation.
And gets the better of self-preservation
When shame overtakes self-preservation.
One would die for one’s shame in others’ eyes.
14.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dear Heart Part 1
Dear heart are you opening up to let someone in,
someone that's more than just a friend,
dear heart are you giving it all away,
the love you conceal,
are you letting it stray,
dear heart be careful what you do,
I couldn't live if he broke you,
dear heart did you find the one you need,
are you finally out there and finally free,
dear heart are you beating with passion and grace,
do you seem to beat faster,
when you see his face,
dear heart are you saying that this is true,
you're not alone now,
because I love him too.
poem by Sonya Simmons
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Mother O My Dear Mother
Mother O my dear mother
Poetry of Lullaby and
Epic poem of Love
Affectionate long novel
Endlessly unfolds with emotions And you will never wish to finish
First Book of Love with verses and feelings
Everybody wants to read and write
Mother is the boon
God gave to the mankind
And mankind exists
Because of love and affection
Of Mother dear Mother.
poem by Kavin Charalan
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All that mankind has done, thought or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
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One More Kiss Dear
One more kiss, dear
One more sigh
Only this, dear
Its goodbye
For our love is such pain
And such pleasure
And Ill treasure till I die
So for now, dear
Aurevoir, madame
But Im how-dye, not farewell
For in time we may have a loves glory
Our love story to tell
Just as every autumn
Leaves fall from the tree
Tumble to the ground and die
So in the springtime
Like sweet memories
They will return as will i
Like the sun, dear
Upon high
Well return, dear
To the sky
And well banish the pain and the sorrow
Until tomorrow goodbye
One more kiss, dear
One more sigh
Only this, dear
Is goodbye
For our love is such passion
And such pleasure
And Ill treasure till I die
Like the sun, dear
Upon high
Well return, dear
To the sky
And well banish the pain and the sorrow
Until tomorrow goodbye
song performed by by Vangelis
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Be the end negative
If I don’t let you know that I love you,
Where is the pleasure of loving you, dear?
If I don’t get your consent to my love,
What is the use of my loving you, dear?
Even then if I pursue my love for you,
It is my faith in time and hope in you.
Even if I go with an empty hand,
I shall be thankful for the time I spent.
A game played would not rob the pleasure
Of playing, though with a negative end.
12.11.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Growing Greener doesn't produce money for farmland preservation or open space preservation.
quote by Ed Rendell
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The basic drives
Self preservation and race preservation
Are the basic drives with which life is run.
All kinds of actions are their extensions.
Hence, selfishness cannot be uprooted.
06.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Preservation
Im preserving myself with make-up
Lookin in the mirror
Im preserving my life, I can take it
Shinin in the spotlight
Preservation, lookin in the mirror
Preservation, but they dont know that Im scrapin it all off
Every night
Im reserving my rights, reputation
Livin in a movie, its keepin me lookin right
When the secret is out to the public
Seein is believin, they still wanna be me at night
When the parts get shorter, the parties get harder
But thats alright
Preservation, lookin in the mirror
Preservation, but they dont know that Im scrapin it off
Every night
Theyre linin up to make their entrance
When the words out Im in town, theyre not nice girls
But thats alright
Theyre lookin so much better when the lights go down
But nice girls is just a frame of mind
Preservation, lookin in the mirror
Preservation, but they dont know that Im scrapin it off
Every night
(written by nazareth)
Copyright 1982 fool circle music limited
All rights reserved.
Lyrics used by permission
Reproduction prohibited
song performed by by Nazareth
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Why are you dearer?
In vision my daughter resembles you.
Is it why that I take you near?
But a difference, I know you only as an adult.
Is it why that I hold you dear?
You are all, who made me a decade younger.
Is it why that I crave being near and dear?
Whatever it be, Oedipus complex or otherwise,
To remain nearer you is to me dearer.
While you depart
Way back I revert.
How to forget?
17.05.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tis Sweet to Think
Tis sweet to think that, where'er we rove,
We are sure to find something blissful and dear,
And that, when we're far from the lips that we love,
We've but to make love to the lips we are near.
The heart, like a tendril, accustom'd to cling,
Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone,
But will lean to the nearest and loveliest thing
It can twine with itself, and make closely its own.
Then oh! what pleasure, where'er we rove,
To be sure to find something, still, that is dear,
And to know, when far from the lips we love,
We've but to make love to the lips we are near.
'Twere a shame, when flowers around us rise,
To make light of the rest, if the rose isn't there,
And the world's so rich in resplendent eyes,
'Twere a pity to limit one's love to a pair.
Love's wing and the peacock's are nearly alike,
They are both of them bright, but the're changeable too,
And wherever a new beam of beauty can strike,
It will tincture Love's plume with a different hue.
Then oh! what pleasure, where'er we rove,
To be sure to find something, still, that is dear,
And to know, when far from the lips we love,
We've but to make love to the lips we are near.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Hither, Hither, Love
HITHER hither, love---
'Tis a shady mead---
Hither, hither, love!
Let us feed and feed!
Hither, hither, sweet---
'Tis a cowslip bed---
Hither, hither, sweet!
'Tis with dew bespread!
Hither, hither, dear
By the breath of life,
Hither, hither, dear!---
Be the summer's wife!
Though one moment's pleasure
In one moment flies---
Though the passion's treasure
In one moment dies;---
Yet it has not passed---
Think how near, how near!---
And while it doth last,
Think how dear, how dear!
Hither, hither, hither
Love its boon has sent---
If I die and wither
I shall die content!
poem by John Keats
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We were totally unprepared for such a large quantity of visitors, and in view of the preservation of the antiquities they being very crowded and in poor preservation, we were obliged to refuse admission until some preparation was made to safeguard the objects.
quote by Howard Carter
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My Dear Friend
you have been there for me no matter what
you have pick me up when i fall down
my dear friend
you are the reason why i am still alive
you are the reason why i can love again
because of you i have the strength to fight against enemies
you understand the pain i'm going through
you make me stand up on my feet
my dear friend
you have always there waiting for my call
you have always put a smile on my face when i feel sad
my dear friend
what would i do without you
who would i be without you
you never avoided me like everybody else
god drift us apart
we no longer see each other face again
my dear friend
everything seems different and harder when you're here
my tears are like waterfall
they keep on falling
my dear friend
please come back into my life
holding hands in the darkness
sing our favorite song until we fall asleep
my dear friend
let finish what we has started together
alone it will take years
my dear friend
you fight my fight
you got my back
my dear friend
how could i thank you
what should i do to please you
oh my dear, dear friend
it is a pleasure to have you as a friend
thank you my dear, dear friend
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Discretion
AH, turn your pretty eyes away!
You would not have me love again?
Love's pleasure does not live a day,
Immortal is Love's pain,
And I am tired of pain.
I have loved once--aye, once or twice;
The pleasure died, the pain lives here;
I will not look in your sweet eyes,
I will not love you, Dear,
Lest you should grow too dear.
For I am weary and afraid.
Have I not seen why life was fair,
And known how good a world God made,
How sweet the blossoms were,
How dear the green fields were?
And I have found how life was gray,
A mist-hung road, a quest in vain,
Until once more Love smiled my way
And fooled me once again,
And taught me grief again.
Now I will gather no more grief;
I only ask to see the sky,
The budding flower, the budding leaf,
And put old dreamings by,
The dreams Love tortures by.
For, being wise, I love no more;
You, if you will, snare with those eyes
Some fool who never loved before,
And teach him to be wise!
For why should you be wise?
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Way I Feel
Written by christine mcvie.
Once in everyones life
You know a feeling has to grow
And you may be having a bad time
And you really shouldnt let it show
Youre taking a risk, but it doesnt matter
cos you know, you know that its real
I cant conceal the way that I feel
I cant conceal the way, the way that I feel
How many times have I told you
Oh, I adore you
And if it meant anything at all
Id do anything for you
But its too late and I know Im making
A fool, a fool of myself
But I cant conceal the way that I feel
I cant conceal the way, the way that I feel
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Keep It Revealed
Don't be my love,
Only when you feel it.
Feel it wherever you are,
My love.
And wherever you are,
Don't conceal it.
Keep it revealed.
Scented flowers do not stop their scents.
The Sun will always carry its brightness,
When our eyes are closed at night.
The Moon we share is not only there for us.
Nor is the air we breathe,
Awaiting for the trees,
To allow its leaves to feel the breeze.
Don't be my love,
Only when you feel it.
Feel it wherever you are,
My love.
And wherever you are,
Don't conceal it.
Keep it revealed.
Let each touch be meant,
To send tenderness received.
Let our eyes openly communicate,
A connection understood we appreciate,
And in our hearts believe.
Let each kiss ignite that flame,
Never to leap to another's lips.
Let the love made that we make,
Never freeze from the heat we keep.
Don't be my love,
Only when you feel it.
Feel it wherever you are,
My love.
And wherever you are,
Don't conceal it.
Keep it revealed.
Keep it revealed.
Keep it...
Revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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