I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.
quote by Leonard Cohen
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The great scholar forgets about fame, the average scholar works for it, and the unworthy scholar steals it.
The humblest painter is a true scholar; and the best of scholars the scholar of nature.
quote by William Hazlitt
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The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
Confucius in The Confucian Analects
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The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
A scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
A scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
Personally I discovered that you could go through the academy as a young scholar, come out, and almost immediately have an impact on the academic environment.
quote by Bernice Johnson Reagon
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Grow Young
Sitting here on the waters edge
Now that the storm is gone
First time in years it feels like
Nothings wrong
Thereve been a lot of changes
I was so lost for a while
Sitting here I remember
How its easy to smile
Oh let me grow young
Like a brand new day
Like Ive just begun
Like a shiver like a rush
Like a soul I might touch
Let me grow young
Nobody to tell me where to go
Nobody to call
Just me and the kiskedees
And my guitar
Oh let me grow young
Like a brand new day
Like Ive just begun
Like a shiver like a rush
Like a soul I might touch
Let me grow young
Gotta try to remember this feeling
Gotta store it up inside
Bring it out when its cold in the city
And Im worried and tired
Oh let me grow young
Like a brand new day
Like Ive just begun
Like a shiver like a rush
Like a soul I might touch
Let me grow young
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Iron sharpens iron; scholar, the scholar.
quote by William Drummond
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I would like to be a scholar in whatever I do, a scholar is never finished, he is always seeking and I am always seeking.
quote by Ahmad Jamal
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 39
The son of a faqih said to his father: ‘These heart-ravishing words of moralists make no impression upon me because I do not see that their actions are in conformity with their speeches.’
They teach people to abandon the world
But themselves accumulate silver and corn.
A scholar who only preaches and nothing more
Will not impress anyone when he speaks.
He is a scholar who commits no evil,
Not he who speaks to men but acts not himself.
Will you enjoin virtue to mankind and forget your own souls?
A scholar who follows his lusts and panders to his body
Is himself lost although he may show the way.
The father replied: ‘My son, it is not proper merely on account of this vain fancy to turn away the face from the instruction of advisers, to travel on the road of vanity, to accuse the ullemma of aberration, and whilst searching for an immaculate scholar, to remain excluded from the benefits of knowledge, like a blind man who one night fell into the mud and shouted: “O Musalmans, hold a lamp on my path.” Whereon a courtesan who heard him asked: “As thou canst not see the lamp, what wilt thou see with the lamp?” In the same way the preaching assembly is like the shop of a dealer in linen because if thou bringest no money thou canst obtain no wares and if thou bringest no inclination to the assembly thou wilt not get any felicity.’
He said: ‘Listen with thy soul’s ear to a scholar Although his actions may not be like his doctrines.’
In vain does the gainsayer ask:
‘How can a sleeper awaken a sleeper?
A man must receive into his ears
The advice although it be written on a wall.’
A pious man came to the door of a college from a monastery. He broke the covenant of the company of those of the Tariq. I asked him what the difference between a scholar and a monk amounts to? He replied: ‘The former saves his blanket from the waves Whilst the latter strives to save the drowning man.’
Bottom
Lift your head up from the clouds
I know that you're shaking
Breaking down
How could you leave me
Garbage can
Never want to be your understand
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Lord can you help me get this weight off my shoulders
Can you help me I think I'm getting older
The pain that you left me deep within
How can I live living in sin
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
Sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom
How many times I gotta say
That you're never ever gonna get your way
Down in the gutter as I decay
Where you gonna leave me
Let me be
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me understand
And you know that I've tried
Don't you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
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Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
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Sticks and stones breaking my bones
No your words aren't never gonna hurt me
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now i'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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My Old Clock
I love to teach
As well to get taught
Isn’t it so nice?
To be a master and taunt
A young innocent face
With whatever I learnt
In the fifty years
I did melt
Isn’t it
Even more beautiful
In a lotus pose to squat
Like an obedient pupil
On cold rocky floor
Before a ripened scholar
With a clean slate
And a piece of chalk
They mirroring
My ignorance dark
And solidified white resolve
To learn, learn and learn more
Till stops
Sans a warning
My old clock
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Tom The Character
Sitting in Starbucks I look to my right
Tom Vilello is sitting there with smile so bright
He tells me he’s all Italian and raised in Philly
His grandfather came on boat from Naples, Italy
He says he’s a clean cut boy, not in the mob
He dresses real nice, not like a slob
He says the mob were Christians and they
gave food to the poor, they even bought coal
to keep their families warm
He says it’s sad the government came in and
threw the mob in jail, he says they helped Philly out
it should be the other way around without any doubt
Now Tom will be 80 in a month or so
He looks more like 60 with his face aglow
I told him he looks really young for his age
He replied he drinks vodka cocktails at restaurant Daves
That’s the place he will be
on October 11th having his favorite cup of tea
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tom The Character
Sitting in Starbucks I look to my right
Tom Vilello is sitting there with smile so bright
He tells me he's all Italian and raised in Philly
His grandfather came on boat from Naples, Italy
He says he's a clean cut boy, not in the mob
He dresses real nice, not like a slob
He says the mob were Christians and they
gave food to the poor, they even bought coal
to keep their families warm
He says it's sad the government came in and
threw the mob in jail, he says they helped Philly out
it should be the other way around without any doubt
Now Tom will be 80 in a month or so
He looks more like 60 with his face aglow
I told him he looks really young for his age
He replied he drinks vodka cocktails at restaurant Daves
That's the place he will be
on October 11th having his favorite cup of tea
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Zero Mechanism
it takes more, it takes more
it takes more
and now that i'm willing to beg
now it stands right in front of me
dig this dirt out from under my nails
and I feel this, picture my face
sad to say not today
it just, it takes more
it takes more, it takes more,
it takes more, takes more
it destroys me, i'm sitting here
it destroys me, i'm just sitting here
destorys me, i'm sitting here
it destroys me, i'm sitting here
it destroys me, i'm sitting here
it destroys me, i'm just sitting here
destroys me, i'm sitting here
it destroys me, i'm just sitting here
and it stands right in front of me
dig this dirt out from under my nails
and I feel this, picture my face
its sad to say not today
it just, it takes more
i'm just sitting here more
and picture my face, it takes more
its sad to say, i feel this way
it takes...
song performed by by Used
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Why My Attire Gets Older?
Sitting at the banks of rivers,
looking at the water.
Their thought goes,
as the aimless water.
All of a sudden,
acquired this state.
Just had a nap,
nap of working tirelessly,
nap of fulfilling the duties,
wake up and find out,
the changed attire, wrinkled.
Look at the legs,
how many miles walked,
Look at the hands,
how much effort undertaken.
Can; t see the heart and the lungs,
damages can; t be ascertained,
with cataract and hearing aid.
Sitting at the fancy malls,
Looking at the young crowd,
thinking, if God makes,
the young age longer or
God can shorten the old age or,
a Child and then a youth,
Eternal youth..
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Open-prison
Young love unwillingly parted
the harsh reality of a 'third world' economy
the cruel reaper of many joys
as they sat face to face
strenghtening each other with their fading energy
and the unpromisable assurance of a strange distance future's hope
they sat hand pleedingly holding on each other's hand
multiple streams of tears flooding
tis the last night till the future's re-union
faced with a choice of two yet soo cruel
they must part with hope of survival
or together be and die in each other's arms
now lovers parted for no crimes committed
sitting each opposite ends of a milion mile line
young lovers imprisoned distants apart by their home economy
poem by Kobby King
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Offering Me
Before the war the major had been a scholar,
Systems were malfunctioning due to his guess,
And so he jingled with pride at the open air,
Instilling pride in those eyes that were two.
To blur the words I have been small,
As the sight has arrived due to the blurring word.
He, the scholar, was facing my pages of ruler ship,
The cancellations and doubts blurred the page.
An electronic system was abroad and welcoming,
Off as an action, offering me with praise.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Thinking of You
Sitting here on this cold night I think of you
Sitting here looking into the sky I see your face
Sitting here thinking I think of your voice
Sitting here I watch the stars I smile at the thought of seeing you soon
Being here without you I feel the emptiness sinking into my heart
Being out here without your warmth I think of how I will feel your warmth someday
Being here in the night that is so dark I force a smile to show on my face
Being here I think of how this will just make the day I see you even better
Thinking of you can always changes the day from bad to good in a second
Thinking of you makes a smile appear that has been hidden
Thinking of you lightens the dark night's sky
Thinking of you makes me get through the day
Talking to you always makes me forget all my troubles
Talking to you makes my surroundings melt into a dream
Talking to you always puts me in a good mood even when we have nothing to say
Talking to you always gives me something to look forward to. I love you.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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