A fanatic is someone who redoubles his efforts when he has forgotten his aim.
quote by Chuck Jones
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I'm a racehorse fanatic rather than a football fanatic.
quote by Steve McManaman
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Remorse For Intemperate Speech
I RANTED to the knave and fool,
But outgrew that school,
Would transform the part,
Fit audience found, but cannot rule
My fanatic heart.
I sought my betters: though in each
Fine manners, liberal speech,
Turn hatred into sport,
Nothing said or done can reach
My fanatic heart,
Out of Ireland have we come.
Great hatred, little room,
Maimed us at the start.
I carry from my mother's womb
A fanatic heart.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Efforts
I'll not make
Any special
Efforts to
Please you
If you get
Pleased by my
Usual efforts
I'll thank my luck
If my efforts
Displease you
I'll say
Hard Luck
And wish you
‘Better Luck'
With someone else's
Efforts
Though I know
You'll not go
Anywhere
And still
Cling to me,
Expecting me
To please you
With more
Concerted efforts
As if your pleasure
Has always depended
On my special efforts!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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But even gold is not everything: and only a fanatic, and a rather foolish fanatic, would say that this style of fiction summed up and exhausted all the good that fiction could give and do.
quote by George Saintsbury
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A fanatic is one compelled to action by the need to find a strong meaning in life. The fanatic determines for himself what role he is to play in life, and his intense devotion to a cause is the means.
quote by Eugene E. Brussell
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If I am Forgotten
If I am forgotten
Like a smell…. a touch…..
That heart knew not to love
If I am sinking
Where I not know
In the endless tides flow…..
With tireless winds I go…..
If I am less loved
And the skies above
I scan for ceaseless beauty
In shapeless figures move
Horizons of gold
Scattered and exhausted light
On the sheets stretched
Purple, orange and white
If I am forgotten
In memories I wake
Loiter in vacant thought
Wind in open spaces makes tracks
To wonder….to astray…
If forgotten not stay
Words in simplicity of loveliness I say
Undertakings and strife
Weigh victories unaccomplished
Through the toil of day
If I am forgotten
When I need to be remembered…
Loved the most…
If I am forgotten
When my soul is homeless
And finds no dwelling
In your care…your thoughtfulness…
I shall be lost
In fanatic rage of different believes
In traceless turmoil of ever deepening soul
In maddening philosophies of too high thinking
Minds employed for what heart not seeking.
poem by Lama Abbas
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I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Human nature
As the human nature knows no bounds
Many areas of left over area is found
Otherwise who cares for left over and forgotten?
Mother has taken care of lappers and orphans even
When the wind is in favor and honesty at peak
There is nothing more to appreciate or speak
As God has sent you on earth as an emissary
The goal is scored over every adversary
Long live all those who live with holiness
As world has always lived with hollowness
Some may prove to be guiding star
We may have all the satisfaction even they go away very far
I salute their efforts for mankind
We are alive and not gone blind
How do we forget their efforts and dedication?
It is matter of satisfaction with good indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Youve Forgotten
Youve been passed around from hand to hand
Cast upon the darkest sands
Now youre so confused that you can hardly stand
Forgotten, youve forgotten now youre on the run
Forgotten, youve forgotten
How to live beneath the sun
How to live beneath the sun
Before you left I thought I knew
That you would always need me too
I never thought someday, that Id be telling you
Youve forgotten, youve forgotten
The things you used to feel
Forgotten, youve forgotten
How to smile for real
How to smile for real
And for the changes you have made
Your beauty was the price you paid
All your dreams rose up and then you watched them fade.
Youve forgotten, youve forgotten
Youve forgotten, youve forgotten
The best is always yet to come
The best is always yet to come
The best is always yet to come
And how to live beneath the sun
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Saul's Impassioned Testimony Purposes
'I too was convinced that I ought
to do all that was possible to oppose
the name of Jesus of Nazareth.
And that is just what I did in Jerusalem.
On the authority of the chief priests
I put many of the saints in prison,
and when they were put to death,
I cast my vote against them.
Many a time I went from one
synagogue to another to have them punished,
and I tried to force them to blaspheme.
In my obsession against them, I even went
to foreign cities to persecute them.' Acts 26: 9-11.
Saul like a Nazi fanatic executing final solution;
in his own private holocaust is zeal determined
to stamp out kill all followers of target perceived;
false messiah according to strict standards;
of Jewish Sanhedrin laws enforced ruthlessly.
Saul was said to be responsible for the deaths;
of 300 early followers of Jesus;
burned alive in their own homes
this fanatic cannot change spots.
Winston Churchill said 'A fanatic is one
who can't change his mind and won't
change the subject'. Yet Saul changes
becomes exemplified all he previously persecuted.
Split imaging from the poem ‘Transformation Inquisition Saul Into Paul Of Tarsus'.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Let it be Forgotten
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Who Knew? Did You? Oh...Of Course Not!
I can understand you wish not to see,
My efforts gleam and shine.
I can understand that,
Yes I do!
Because those efforts,
Getting attention I did not pursue...
Are not those of yours,
But mine.
I did not know that would become fact.
I've been too busy toiling with sweat,
To remove obstacles carried...
Too long weighted on my back.
No...
I didn't realize my conscious efforts,
Would one day get attention.
Or attract like that!
Who knew?
Did you?
Oh...
Of course not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hold Hands
lovers have forgotten
how to hold hands...
and children have forgotten
the wonder of being outside.
workers have forgotten
how it feels to be appreciated.
old people have forgotten
how it feels to be needed.
everyday people have forgotten
how it feels to grow their own food.
students have forgotten
the joy of learning...
the American people have forgotten
how it feels to believe...
in equality, dignity, and hope...
how it feels to hold hands!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Forgotten, But Not Gone
(johnny macrae/buzz carson)
Her birthday came and went without a card, or a single I love you
On their anniversary she sat all alone at a table set for two
She tries her best to please him, but she never hears one single word of praise
She feels just like a stranger, in a home where love has seen its better days
Well hes taken her for granted
God only knows why she keeps hangin on
cause its better to be gone, but not forgotten
Than to be forgotten, but not gone
Somehow he cant remember, when hes late to even take the time to call
And even on the nights hes there she gets the feeling hes not there at all
Shes become a prisoner in that big old house where sweet love used to be
Well, its not even over but lord she feels just like a memory
Well hes taken her for granted
God only knows why she keeps hangin on
cause its better to be gone, but not forgotten
Than to be forgotten, but not gone
cause its better to be gone, but not forgotten
Gone, but not forgotten
Than to be forgotten, but not gone
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Work is the order of the day, just as it was at one time, with our first starts and our best efforts. Do you remember? Therein lies its delight. It brings back the forgotten; one's stores of energy, seemingly exhausted, come back to life.
quote by Boris Pasternak
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The efforts you make will surely be rewarded. If not, then you are simply not ready to call them efforts.
quote by Sadaharu Oh
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In the past ABC has made half-hearted efforts or, worse, cosmetic efforts, to do something about news and I wasn't certain about what their real aim was - nor am I now.
quote by Roone Arledge
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Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves.
quote by Charlotte Bronte
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I would rather earn 1% off a 100 people's efforts than 100% of my own efforts.
quote by John D. Rockefeller
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Hast Thou Forgotten Me?
HAST thou forgotten me? the days are dark—
Light ebbs from heaven, and songless soars the lark—
Vexed like my heart, loud moans the unquiet sea—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten me? O dead delight
Whose dreams and memories torture me to-night—
O love—my life! O sweet—so fair to see—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Lo, if one should say—
Noontide were night, or night were flaming day—
Grief blinds mine eyes, I know not which it be!
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Ah, if Death should come,
Close my sad eyes, and charm my song-bird dumb—
Tired of strange woes—my fate were hailed with glee—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten me? What joy have I?
A dim blown bird beneath an alien sky,—
O that on mighty pinions I could flee—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Yea, Love’s horoscope
Is blurred with tears and suffering beyond Hope—
Ah, like dead leaves forsaken of the tree,
Thou hast forgotten me.
poem by Philip Joseph Holdsworth
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