Quotes, Sayings, Whatever...

[JMohegan]

some that make me think, etc.

From The Boss, on immigration.



American Land

What is this land America so many travel there
I'm going now while I'm still young my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land

Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands
When you make your home in the American Land

There's diamonds in the sidewalk the's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land

I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spires
She met me in the valley of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities with our sweat and two hands
And we made our home in the American Land

There's diamonds in the sidewalk the's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land

The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
Come across the water a thousand miles from home
With nothin in their bellies but the fire down below

They died building the railroads worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories names scattered in the wind
They died to get here a hundred years ago they're still dyin now
The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down

There's diamonds in the sidewalk the gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
Who will make his home in the American Land
Who will make his home in the American Land



Rock on



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[LittleJade]

1 Corinthians 13

Love
1If I speak in the tongues[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

 

[minx1]

Gandhi said something along the lines of 'you must be the change you want to see in the world'........and I believe that wholeheartedly

 

[Luvkitty33]

For all those who have lost someone they care about:

Death leaves a heartache
No one can heal.
Love leaves a memory
No one can steal.

 

[Luvkitty33]

From Glamour Magazine December 2006

Here's the beginning part of the paragraph that concluded with the sentence I want to quote:

Mukhtar's activism springs from a personal trauma. Four years ago, at about 28 (she is unsure of her exact age), she was gang-raped at t he border of a tribal council. The rape was conceived as punishment for her younger brother's alleged affair with a woman from the Mastoi, a higher-caste tribe. (Mukhtar's family says he's completely innocent.) Afterward, Mukhtar considered suicide, a common response following such a loss of honor. When she raised going to the police, her father initially told her to keep quiet. Her elder brother threatened suicide himself if she went public. Only her mother, Bachual Haton, urged Mukhtar to see justice. "I told her, 'It is your right,'" says Bachual, a heavyset woman with a strong, broad face and dark eyes. "I told her to fight. Someone has to be the first drop of rain."

As sad as that story is, I love that last sentence. I find it very poetic and very powerful.........and oh so true. "Someone has to be the first drop of rain."

 

[Homburg]

*snip*
"I told her to fight. Someone has to be the first drop of rain."

As sad as that story is, I love that last sentence. I find it very poetic and very powerful.........and oh so true. "Someone has to be the first drop of rain."

That's some good stuff.

 

[sexycaz22]

Hey, Luvkitty, would it be okay if I put in a poem or couple which I wrote in your thread?

(Don't wanna hijack your thread without asking.....)

 

[PublicAffection]

"Snails see the benefits and beauty in every inch." - The Format

 

[NALA CAYENNE]

"...fight. Someone has to be the first drop of rain."

Damn if that isn't beautiful. I may have to write something off of that. Thank you for sharing it Luv.

 

[Netzach]

Now I am curious what sight can ever be more stately and admirable to me than my mast-hemm’d Manhattan,
My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edg’d waves of flood-tide,
The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and the belated lighter;
Curious what Gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices I love call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as I approach;
Curious what is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.


Uncle Walt. Whitman, not Disney.

 

[PublicAffection]

"It's not that Bobby wants it more than me. It's that he can eat a dick and testicles better than I can."

 

[HottieMama]

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its' best, night and day, to make you everybody else is to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and to never stop fighting.

e.e. Cummings.

 

[CarrotandStick]

Just because...

On a T-Shirt (God bless you Steph!)

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator

 

[PublicAffection]

Ignoring bullshit is wrong, bullshit makes the flowers grow, and that's beautiful.

 

[BiaTcHiNFiRe]

"It's like one minute you're fine, and the next minute something happens that makes you think -- I mean really think -- and then you're totally empty. The only thoughts that are in your head are negative and it makes you feel totally alone, like you don't mean anything to anyone. All you want to do is tell someone how you feel, but you don't want their pity, and even if you could tell someone, nothing would come out right. You don't want to laugh or smile, or whine, or argue, or even be stubborn or difficult, you just want to go to bed and cry and hope this feeling passes, and sometimes it does, but it always seems to come back. You think that all your friends hate you and only talk to you because they feel bad for you. You know complete strangers judge you just because of how you look and how you act, and when you think about how you're not as beautiful as the crowd that surrounds you, it makes you feel even worse. And of the two people that are supposed to love you the most in the world, one left you, and the other has to scream at you sometimes because they get angry and upset too. You feel like you will probably search your whole life for that one person that you can totally trust that you can love forever, who will never ever hurt you, but you know somewhere deep down that you'll probably never find him. He probably doesn't even exist, so you just give up, you want so desperately to be alone, but at the same time you fear it so much. You know how it feels to know that you're a bad person, to let your friends down and always be selfish, isolated, self conscious, bitter, whiny, and obsessive. you listen to what everyone else has to say, but you never tell them how YOU feel, because that would mean revealing part of yourself, and you just can't do that; you can't let anyone really know you. And your opinion wouldn't matter to them anyway, and most of all if you took the time to sit down and try to get all your feelings out for the first time in your life, it would be completely overwhelming and if anyone ever listened to all of that, they would have to agree with you 100 percent. My friends are getting mad.. I haven't been going out as much.. my tan and my hunger have begun to fade.... I guess I'm thinking that if i stay in my house long enough... Over time i will begin to fade too... Hopefully in time i will disappear…" - beckie

 

[SubKekiLee]

Staying in bed and screaming "oh God" doesnt constitute going to church...

In a email... from my BFF..

 

[chauderlos]

Philippe Sollers is one of my favorite autors, so I chose this one:

"Celui qui ne sait pas rire ne doit pas être pris au sérieux."

(The one who can't laugh shall not be taken seriously)


Ohh, and:

If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh?
If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

How odd I just heard this for the first time yesterday evening, it was quoted in Lubitsch's To be or not to be. Is it from Shakespeare?

 

[Hellfire75]

Boondock Saints
Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain.
Connor: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three. And on that day, you will reap it.
Murphy: And we will send you to whatever god you wish

 

[JMohegan]

Philippe Sollers is one of my favorite autors, so I chose this one:

"Celui qui ne sait pas rire ne doit pas être pris au sérieux."

(The one who can't laugh shall not be taken seriously)

Hear, hear! That's a great quote.

How odd I just heard this for the first time yesterday evening, it was quoted in Lubitsch's To be or not to be. Is it from Shakespeare?

Bholderman's lines may be found in The Merchant of Venice.


SALERIO

Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh. What's that good for?

SHYLOCK

To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

 

[intothewoods]

Hear, hear! That's a great quote.

Bholderman's lines may be found in The Merchant of Venice.


SALERIO

Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh. What's that good for?

SHYLOCK

To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

One of my favorites. For obvious and not so obvious reasons.

 

[SasssYsub]

Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.

I told my wife that a husband is like a fine wine; he gets better with age. The next day, she locked me in the cellar.

Girls are like phones. We love to be held, talked too but if you press the wrong button you'll be disconnected!

Why get married and make one man miserable when I can stay single and make thousands miserable?

 

[PublicAffection]

Geeks just want to have fun (with physics).

 

[JMohegan]

One of my favorites. For obvious and not so obvious reasons.

I assume that "favorite" refers to the quote, not the play. Is that right?

What are the "not so obvious" reasons for your regard?

 

[intothewoods]

I assume that "favorite" refers to the quote, not the play. Is that right?

One of my favorite speeches from Bill. Though I do love the play as well.

What are the "not so obvious" reasons for your regard?

Well, it's one of those fiery, passionate speeches that makes me shiver. Like the Emilia speech from Othello that I think I quoted in your Bill thread. Also, I used to work for a summer Shakespeare company, and their production of this play was one of my favorites.

 

[JMohegan]

One of my favorite speeches from Bill. Though I do love the play as well.



Well, it's one of those fiery, passionate speeches that makes me shiver. Like the Emilia speech from Othello that I think I quoted in your Bill thread. Also, I used to work for a summer Shakespeare company, and their production of this play was one of my favorites.

Ahh - thanks for answering the questions. I am heading out soon, but when I have more time I might dust off that thread and ask you about the portrayals of Shylock & Portia in that production.