Readiness of speech is often inability to hold the tongue.
quote by Jean Baptiste Rousseau
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The most considerable difference I note among men is not in their readiness to fall into error, but in their readiness to acknowledge these inevitable lapses.
quote by Thomas Huxley
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Hold your dog in readiness before you start the hare.
Be a craftsman in speech that thou mayest be strong, for the strength of one is the tongue, and speech is mightier than all fighting.
Ptahhotep in Maxims of Ptahhotep
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The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twisted pride in cynicism; there are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt. There is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect, than he who either really holds, or feigns to hold, an attitude of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty, whether in achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes to second achievement. A cynical habit of thought and speech, a readiness to criticize work which the critic himself never tries to perform, an intellectual aloofness which will not accept contact with life's realities — all these are marks, not as the possessor would fain to think, of superiority but of weakness.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Restless Kind
(Michael Henderson)
Well I was born the restless kind
Settlin' down never crossed my mind
Wild and wooly I guess that's me
People sure get nervous when a man is free
I can hold my tongue and I can hold my wine
I can hold my own I'm the restless kind
I've seen the country and I've been to town
Rode in fancy cars with the top rolled down
Comin' down the road like a summer breeze
Whatever it takes I do what I please
I can hold my horses I can hold the line
Yeah I can hold my own I'm the restless kind
Yeah the restless kind
I was born the restless kind
I never assume what I'm gonna find
I can stand my ground I can slip through a crack
But as sure as I leave buddy I'll be back
I can hold my temper I can bide my time
Yeah I can hold my own I'm the restless kind
I can hold my tongue I can hold my wine
Yeah I can hold my own I'm the restless kind
Oh I'm the restless kind
Rough and rowdy restless kind
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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I directed the men in our barque to approach near the savages, and hold their arms in readiness to do their duty in case they notice any movement of these people against us.
quote by Samuel de Champlain
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Where is Socialism?
Be a banyan or onion,
The plant shows all its blades to the sun.
No inability, no discrimination.
Be a pine or a vine,
The plant pumps water to all its parts.
No inability, no discrimination.
Yet they studied not any socialism.
We, the socialists, default.
08.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If a university official's letter accusing a speaker of having a proclivity to commit speech crimes before she's given the speech - which then leads to Facebook postings demanding that Ann Coulter be hurt, a massive riot and a police-ordered cancellation of the speech - is not hate speech, then there is no such thing as hate speech.
quote by Ann Coulter
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Licia Sonnets 37
I speak, fair Licia, what my torments be,
But then my speech too partial do I find;
For hardly words can with those thoughts agree,
Those thoughts that swarm in such a troubled mind.
Then do I vow my tongue shall never speak
Nor tell my grief that in my heart doth lie;
But cannon-like, I then surcharged do break,
And so my silence worse than speech I try.
Thus speech or none, they both do breed my care;
I live dismayed, and kill my heart with grief;
In all respects my case alike doth fare
To him that wants, and dare not ask relief.
Then you, fair Licia, sovereign of my heart,
Read to yourself my anguish and my smart.
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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Tongues
the tongue
of my body
is in the nerves
the tongue
of my soul
in the heart
the tongue of
my mind
in the head
the tongue
of truth and deceits
in the mouth
the tongue of
the World (Creation)
in the words
of God
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Tongue No Longer Used
My thoughts crawl to paper
My heart the pen I hold
My tongue is but a rapier
But my ink my very soul
So I hold back my fowl tongue
And write instead my tears
Without a sound air escapes my lungs
For I have learned from years
Though sharp I can be I shall not
No glory in death be had
Instead I shall hold fast my lot
And make my place in life less sad
For when your life is made to kill
Your life cannot be true
For when it's others blood you spill
Their life spills unto you
No longer yourself but an empty shell
A place where you once lived
This place now your living hell
The happiness taken with the shiv.
poem by John Dillenger II
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On The Outside
I may appear to be fit and strong
but that impression is completely wrong.
My grip on life is becoming less each day
and I can’t hold things in the normal way.
If I need to pee I have to go straight a way
where once I could hold it for hours each day.
I also cannot concentrate like I used to do
and a thought only lasts for a moment or two.
I once held dear the memories of my childhood days,
but now I can’t even remember what I was about to say.
At one time I could hold my breath for a very long time,
now I’d be lucky if I could hold it for a count of nine.
There’s another thing I can’t hold my alcohol like I used to do,
what I don’t spill goes to my head, or straight down the loo.
But I have found something I can hold for twice as long,
besides the obvious, it’s the new found ability to hold my tongue.
poem by Orlando Belo
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(High) Visibility
find something mindless i can advocate
make up the me i want to be
then always keep a finger on the pulse
maintain high visibility
grubbing for any contact, i can make
then dig in deep to get ahead
line up the prospects that i think will take
you know you have to use your head
and inability
remains protected
the company i keep
won't let me ever be rejected
and inability
remains protected
the company i keep
won't let me ever be rejected
song performed by by Helmet
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Free speech is meant to protect unpopular speech. Popular speech, by definition, needs no protection.
quote by Neal Boortz
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Language is legislation, speech is its code. We do not see the power which is in speech because we forget that all speech is a classification, and that all classifications are oppressive.
quote by Roland Barthes
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Shake The Disease
Im not going down on my knees
Begging you to adore me
Can you see its misery
And torture for me
When Im missunderstood
Try as hard as you can
Ive tried the hardest I could
To make you see
How important it is for me
Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue in situations like these
Understand me
Some people have to be
Permanently together
Lovers devoted to each other forever
Now Ive got things to do
And Ive said before
That I know you have too
When Im not there
In spirit Ill be there
Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how important is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue in situations like these
Understand me
Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue in situations like these
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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My Tongue Exerts
My tongue stays and growls
In circles of fire that are crowds;
Inside the argument, the increase of wealth
Welcomes us, if you stay and dive.
Richer speech welcomes us in ends,
Talents must diverge, to still be told.
Surely, the weakness of the tongue is huge
When we still greet you with it.
Let certain elements be absurd,
The true registry exerts a minister,
One son and one daughter is enough,
Let mighty alleys fasten the flight.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Marked with D.
When the chilled dough of his flesh went in an oven
not unlike those he fuelled all his life,
I thought of his cataracts ablaze with Heaven
and radiant with the sight of his dead wife,
light streaming from his mouth to shape her name,
'not Florence and not Flo but always Florrie.'
I thought how his cold tongue burst into flame
but only literally, which makes me sorry,
sorry for his sake there's no Heaven to reach.
I get it all from Earth my daily bread
but he hungered for release from mortal speech
that kept him down, the tongue that weighed like lead.
poem by Tony Harrison
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Sign It!
Interesting....but can you empathize do you know
what that means to show
your scar
to not have a star
its quite hard to understand its ok
its ok for just one more day
maybe maybe but how fey?
fey this world has become to show a scar at all
could mean the inability to ever stand tall
and may lead to death so we should?
not to right?
i dont think so time to hold up blades and keep armor tight!
let no one in......or do we?
poem by David Knox
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Full Orchestra
MY words are the poor footmen of your pride,
Of what you cry, you trumpets, each to each
With mouths of air; my speech is the dog-speech
Of yours, the Roman tongue—but mine is tied
By harsher bridles, dumb with breath and bone.
Vainly it mocks the dingo strings, the stops,
The pear-tree flying in the flute, with drops
Of music, quenched and scattered by your own.
So serving-men, who run all night with wine,
And whet their ears, and crouch upon the floor,
Sigh broken words no man has heard before
Or since, but ravished in the candleshine,
Between the push and shutting of a door,
From the great table where their masters dine.
poem by Kenneth Slessor
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