It is the dull man who is always sure, and the sure man who is always dull.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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It is widely held that too much wine will dull a man's desire. Indeed it will in a dull man.
quote by John Osborne
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Baseball is dull only to dull minds.
quote by Red Barber
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There was a time when the reader of an unexciting newspaper would remark, 'How dull is the world today' Nowadays he says, 'What a dull newspaper'
quote by Daniel J. Boorstin
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Wise women know this.
The dull head irritates
More than the dull looks.
Refine your brain.
Modesty delivers
More than the glamour.
Observe simplicity.
Humility earns
More than extravaganza.
Adopt humbleness.
Wise women know these.
29.0402012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dull: Which is the duke's own person?
Berowne: This, fellow: what wouldst?
Dull: I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person in flesh and blood.
line from Love's Labour's Lost, script by William Shakespeare (1598)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Sexual love is the loveliest.
An hour of flirting by lovers
Is worth a year of dull life.
An hour of their union
Is worth a decade of dull life.
22.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shoppong For Girls
Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense
The lonely groups of company boys
Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins
These are children riding naked on their tourist pals
While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal
As he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room
Talking bout his family and the cold back home
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
A small black someone jumps over the crazy white guard
Cranking up the volume of a michael jackson song
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
Where the frangipani scents the air
She mouths a word that breaks his stare
He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak
Thats a mighty big word for a nine year old
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
The dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
Shopping for girls, shopping for girls
Gaze down into her eyes for a million miles
Wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll
song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Memories Of Mine
I scribble on the piece of paper
Paper as dull as this memory of mine
About things i remember from long ago
And things that have been long forgotten in time
Of the dull old days, where the sun would never shine
Days as dull as this memory of mine
I sense your presence around me still
Around this riven heart of mine
I long to hear your voice so calm
The way it used to send shivers down my spine
In the good old days, where the sun would always shine
Around this riven heart of mine
poem by Emily Daniel
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Desolation
I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain
Of love unrequited, or cold death’s woe,
Is sweet, compared to that hour when we know
That some grand passion is on the wane.
When we see that the glory, and glow, and grace
Which lent a splendour to night and day,
Are surely fading, and showing grey
And dull groundwork of the commonplace.
When fond expressions on dull ears fall,
When the hands clasp calmly without one thrill,
When we cannot muster by force of will
The old emotions that came at call.
When the dream has vanished we fain would keep,
When the heart, like a watch, runs out of gear,
And all the savour goes out of the year,
Oh, then is the time – if we could – to weep!
But no tears soften this dull, pale woe;
We must sit and face it with dry, sad eyes.
If we seek to hold it, the swifter joy flies –
We can only be passive, and let it go.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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1975
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day
Go on and press your face
All up against the glass
Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn
Swing and missing all
Almost every time
Yeah, almost every time
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day
Go on and press your face
All up against the glass
Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn
Swing and missing all
Almost every time
Im not alive, 1975
Id spend my time wasted, dull, damaged, and blind
Im not alive, 1975
Yeah, 1975
I see scratches and the idiot kids
I watched them getting high
Out in the cold blue sky
Watch and wonder as the asphalt babies burned
Dancing in the flame, laughing all of the while
Im not alive, 1975
Id spend my time wasted, dull, damaged, and blind
Im not alive, 1975
Watch and wonder as they fade away...
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Sounds a lot like me
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Sounds a lot like me
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Yeah, almost all of the time
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Whoa, 1975
I m not alive, 1975
I was not alive, 1975
Id spend all my time wasted dull, damaged, and blind 1975
Watch and wonder as they fade away...
song performed by by Everclear
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dull and Foolishness
Other people have more than enough
But I alone seem to have lost everything.
I am dull and foolish!
Other people are clear
While I alone am confused.
Other people are clever
While I am stupid.
I feel lost at sea,
Tossed about on the winds of a storm.
Everyone else has things to do
While I am dull and stupid.
But I am different from others.
I am nourished by the Great Mother.
(extracted from Tao Te Ching, chapter 20)
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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The word "mundane" has come to mean boring and dull, and it really shouldn't. It should mean the opposite because it comes from the latin mundus, meaning the world, and the world is anything but dull; the world is wonderful. There's real poetry in the real world. Science is the poetry of reality.
quote by Richard Dawkins
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Two Beliefs
on the belief that too much sunshine
makes us a desert
we shy away from play
when we were small they showed us Jack
who worked and worked and forgot to play
making him a dull boy
which way: a dull boy in the desert?
oh, these beliefs are mere advices
try thinking on your own
weigh things and
decide on your own
play when the dogs are away
and do not bark on the wrong tree
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An army without culture is a dull-witted army, and a dull-witted army cannot defeat the enemy.
quote by Mao Zedong
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Sex Has Come Between Us
Ah, ah, ah
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
You were my best friend (best friend)
We've been through much together
And you have seen me (seen me)
In both good and bad weather
Someone had asked me
I'da said "Never!"
You kissed me and I kissed back
Boy and a girl, it's a natural fact
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
Sex has come between us
(come between us, tween, t-t-t-tween us)
Everything has changed
It's getting dull and strange
Sex has come between us
Okay
It was Sunday night (it was Sunday night)
You came over for coffee
And we stayed up all night (and we stayed up all night)
Getting closer just talking
Someone had asked me
And I'da said "No way!"
You touched me and I touched back
Girl and a boy in a natural act
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
Sex has come between us
(come between us, tween, t-t-t-tween us)
Everything has changed
It's getting dull and strange
Sex has come between us
You turn, turn me on
I never thought, thought you would
Is this a big, big mistake?
Or is this something good?
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
Sex has come between us
(come between us, tween, t-t-t-tween us)
Everything has changed
It's getting dull and strange
Sex has come between us
Everything has changed
It's pitiful and strange
How we rearrange
Sex..has come between us
Sex has come between us
(come between us, come between us)
Sex has come between us
(come between us, tween, t-t-t-tween us)
Everything has changed
It's getting dull and strange
Sex has come between us
You were my best friend
song performed by by Vitamin C
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Heartbeat
Empty, dull, lifeless.
I heard my heartbeat through your footsteps
thumping loudly into life
as you get closer and closer.
But that was not the end of it
as that was not the start...
my heartbeat's dying
as you walked away farther and farther.
And when you're gone,
there was a beat no more.
And that was the end of it,
as it was from the start...
empty, dull, lifeless.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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One Dull Man
Why did you play your spade in there? (said she).
I can't think why you don't take care (said she).
You fuss and fiddle with every card
As tho' you found the game too hard
You hung on to your trumps until
They caught you napping. Really, Will,
You think and hesitate so long;
Then in the end you play it wrong.
Why, you can't even call your hand.
You men! I cannot understand.
You are so stupid, dull and dense.
The game requires just common-sense.
But Bridge for you holds little gain:
Yet you're supposed to have a brain (said she).
Tired? You? I hope I am no cat (said she)
But I must say I do like that (said she)
What about me? You go to town,
And gossip there with Smith and Brown.
And go to lunch and have a drink,
Yet in the evening you can't think.
What about me? Your life's the best.
Why should you crave for so much rest?
Ask any doctor. He will say
A business man should always play.
You should play more. You know you should.
A change of occupation's good.
Yet, when I ask you to go out,
You say you're tired and moon about.
What about me? Do I complain?
Why, it's a wonder I keep sane
With all the dull monotony
That this existence holds for me.
You'll tell me that I'm lazy soon.
Why, I played all the afternoon! (said she).
Did you, my dear? I didn't know (said he).
Well, I suppose I must be slow (said he).
Yes, slow and dull. Again you're right -
You always are . . .Heigh, ho! . . . Good night (said he).
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Nebakanezer
Nebakanzer never knew
He left his needle outside in the rain
And it rusted through
He had twenty-nine blackbirds
But only one flew
Spent most of his time making holes
And licking his wounds
Nebakanezer lost his wife
She took her diamond rings and was
Gone before the light
She left one satin shoe and a
Very dull knife
She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife
Chorus
So tell us what the sorry singer
Might do
All of his friends complain
That they got the flu
They aint sick in the head
They look like the living dead
And thats not cool
Repeat 1st verse
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Wreath the Bowl
Wreath the bowl
With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us,
We'll take a flight
Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us.
Should Love amid
The wreaths be hid
That Joy, the enchanter, brings us,
No danger fear,
While wine is near --
We'll drown him if he stings us.
Then, wreath the bowl
With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us.
We'll take a flight
Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us.
'Twas nectar fed
Of old, 'tis said,
Their Junos, Joves, Apollos,
And man may brew
His nectar too,
The rich receipt's as follows:
Take wine like this,
Let looks of bliss
Around it well be blended,
Then bring Wit's beam
To warm the stream,
And there's your nectar, splendid!
So, wreath the bowl,
With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us,
We'll take a flight
Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us.
Say, why did Time
His glass sublime
Fill up with sands unsightly,
When wine, he knew,
Runs brisker through,
And sparkles far more brightly?
Oh, lend it us,
And, smiling thus,
The glass in two we'll sever,
Make pleasure glide
In double tide,
And fill both ends for ever!
Then, wreath the bowl
With flowers of soul
The brightest Wit can find us;
We'll take a flight
Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Faex Populi
Around me is a mass of morphing colours;
pink black white pink black
Around me is a dull shopping paradise; a graveyard,
subfusc, dead people with dead minds
scrambling around aimlessly,
wandering in that straight line,
to nothingness, somber.
They are all alive; but it is far too late.
They are owned by these terriying neon colours,
and their crude surroundings. But then again, they still say, let's go shopping. Because it's what they do best.
Like a shop window, entrancing, untoucable.
Wondrous, splendiful.
Dull, dying, dead.
I wear my old Tuesday socks on Friday; and
they say I'm going crazy.
poem by Ballerina With Fins
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