And from the discontent of one man The world's best progress springs.
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The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.
quote by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Restlessness is discontent and discontent is the first necessity of progress. Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure.
quote by Thomas Edison
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If it had not been for the discontent of a few fellows who had not been satisfied with their conditions, you would still be living in caves. Intelligent discontent is the mainspring of civilization. Progress is born of agitation. It is agitation or stagnation.
quote by Eugene V. Debs
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Restlessness and discontent are the first necessities of progress.
quote by Thomas Edison
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Healthy discontent is the prelude to progress.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
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There will never be peace
As long as
someone can pull out a gun
to shoot someone dead
as long as
someone can dropp a bomb
on some strangers head
there will never be peace
no there will never be peace
in this world
as long as
someone can start a war
based on a pack of lies
as long as
someone ignores the truth
when they look deep in your eyes
there will never be peace
no there will never be peace
in this world
if this is progress
we haven't come too far
if this is progress
we don't know who we are
if this is progress
we are worlds apart
if this is progress
we'd better go back to the start
as long as
someone stabs you in the back
and sticks the knife in good
as long as
someone walks without shame
in streets paved with blood
there will never be peace
no there will never be peace
in this world
The essence of man is, discontent, divine discontent; a sort of love without a beloved, the ache we feel in a member we no longer have.
quote by Jose Ortega y Gasset
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An Image Springs to Mind
An image springs to mind:
A child, with childish innocence
upon the shores of life, inclined
to play, without pretence
or mask. Or, if a mask there be,
it still retains a quality
allowing all with empathy to penetrate behind.
An image springs to mind:
So freely see the child dispense
the sifting sand, so unrefined,
with slight apparent sense.
It takes some perspicacity
to see each grain is memory -
dispersed or treasured as may be - quicksilverly defined.
An image springs to mind:
The shifting sands are implements
used differently by different blind
for good or ill intents immense.
Some knowledge is acquired for free,
transmitted some, instinctively,
the balance, finely tuned as we progress or slip behind.
An image springs to mind:
The grain in youth packed tight and dense
Age often loosens, cannot bind, -
how great the difference!
If we could meet mortality
with every thought recorded, we
could help those after us to see the answers we can’t find.
An image springs to mind:
These answers must, in self defence,
be hid from those who’d grind Mankind,
enslaving innocence.
Both Time and Knowledge thus should be
weaved secret in Life’s mystery
from here until eternity - or so it seems designed...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Heated Exchanges
The day blew in wide open
With me soaking up the irony
Of an incongruous Spring Sun;
Caught in the flap of mighty gales
Of Disdain...
I cower in diversions worried wrinke;
Springs enlightened opening still surveys...
Far ahead of a Summer of more discontent?
Where, perhaps, scorching days
Will still have their own ways...?
But avoiding the sullen of malevolent? ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Well, as you've said, we cannot expect the people of China not to want to progress, so if you have an opportunity to progress, to develop your economy to a world class economy, it's an aspiration that is natural and that, I welcome.
quote by Sellapan Ramanathan
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Hope, hope, hope.....
Hope, hope, hope.
Some hope for a better life,
Some hope for a better death,
Some hope for a better life after death,
The old hope to be younger,
The young hope to be older.
A plethora of discontent in whatever they are,
A plethora of discontent in wherever they are.
What is hope if not just a string they cling on to?
What is hope if not just mere discontent?
poem by Bodhi Citta
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The thing that got me started on the science that I've been building now for about 20 years or so was the question of okay, if mathematical equations can't make progress in understanding complex phenomena in the natural world, how might we make progress?
quote by Stephen Wolfram
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If virtue promises happiness, prosperity and peace, then progress in virtue is progress in each of these for to whatever point the perfection of anything brings us, progress is always an approach toward it.
Spa (Hot Springs)
In the spa city of Hot Springs
Old maids sit in trolley cars
Up and down the busy streets
Young men strum on blue guitars
In the spa city of Hot Springs
Pilgrims gather at the sump
To fill their homely samovars
With rusty liquid from a pump
In the spa city of Hot Springs
Sidewalk touts hawk lemonade
In the park policemen wink
At winos on the promenade
In the spa city of Hot Springs
Artist hacks in residence
Paint the sun on velvet, black
For kings and former presidents
In the spa city of Hot Springs
Chinese men play dominos
In rooms where on another day
A tart pulls on her pantyhose
In the spa city of Hot Springs
Healing waters tip the pail
As ponies gather at the gate
To chase each other’s pony tail.
poem by Alan Hickman
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Springfield Magical
In this, the City of my Discontent,
Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass,
"Romance, Romance — is here. No Hindu town
Is quite so strange. No Citadel of Brass
By Sinbad found, held half such love and hate;
No picture-palace in a picture-book
Such webs of Friendship, Beauty, Greed and Fate!"
In this, the City of my Discontent,
Down from the sky, up from the smoking deep
Wild legends new and old burn round my bed
While trees and grass and men are wrapped in sleep.
Angels come down, with Christmas in their hearts,
Gentle, whimsical, laughing, heaven-sent;
And, for a day, fair Peace have given me
In this, the City of my Discontent!
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Hold Onto Your Anger
no amount of positive change in the world
which has advanced the betterment of us
as a species,
has come about by staring into the face of
idiocy, malicious intent, straight out murder,
slavery, oppression & genocide &
then trying to win it over with
concessions &
compassion-
it is discontent & rage
that have come about as a direct result of the forces in this world
which think that they can do to you what they want
when they want-
without it, there would be no
progress.
anger riles the individual
the individual gains strength
the strong individual speaks to another &
two become four,
four become eight-
sooner than later,
anger & anger alone
has brought together a mass of people
who understand that what has been going on
can no longer be so-
SOMETHING
HAS TO CHANGE
anger produces power in the “powerless”
by allowing them the courage to say that there is nothing to lose
when it comes to striving for
rights denied to you-
hold onto your anger
clench it in your fist & never let it go
for what you have inside you is
just-
what you have inside you is a need to utilize every part of your
being &
if your anger is all you have at your disposal
(that which cannot be tainted by those outside you) ,
then it is more beautiful than anything &
it is yours & yours alone-
it is representative of your own voice,
your own life &
your own ability to resist the destruction of your
will.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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To Spring
So many springs have come and gone
and have been put to rest.
But my anticipation of the next one
always seem the best.
My eyes are older,
the colors of springtime bolder
and the newness of all that flows
is a stark reminder that appears once more
as the springtime breeze blows.
Never too old to enjoy this scene
and discover what it does mean.
Three seasons to go through
the summer's heat,
the autumn's hue,
the winter of discontent
too cold to view.
Once again spring finally arrives
and I don't feel as old.
For I wrap myself in the feeling of it
and allow its softness to unfold.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hope Springs Eternal
Hope springs eternal
Like a streak of light
That pierces through the darkness
Of despair…
Hope springs eternal
Like a flower
Growing through a crack
In the concrete…
Hope springs eternal
Like an ember of glowing coal
Glowing through the deadness
Of the ashes…
Hope springs eternal
Like a small, encouraging whisper
Cutting through the silence
That follows failure…
Are There Words For The Discontent I Feel Now?
ARE THERE WORDS FOR THE DISCONTENT I FEEL NOW?
Are there words for the discontent I feel now?
Is there a way of saying each and every minor and major irritation?
The human being lives and dies
With so much ugliness unsaid
Even in himself.
Why am I complaining now
When I have so much to be grateful for?
Why is the sun suddenly shining now
While the pain of the cold rain still shakes my bones with endless madness?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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It is not possible to enter into the nature of the Good by standing aloof from it — by merely speculating upon it. Act the Good, and you will believe in it. Throw yourself into the stream of the world's good tendency and you will feel the force of the current and the direction in which it is setting. The conviction that the world is moving toward great ends of progress will come surely to him who is himself engaged in the work of progress. By ceaseless efforts to live the good life we maintain our moral sanity. Not from without, but from within, flow the divine waters that renew the soul.
quote by Felix Adler
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