- - quotes and poems - -
its better to be hated for who you are then loved for who youre not
"If I had a star for every time that you made me smile,
I would hold the entire night sky in the palm of my hand."
To bring a smile to someone's face is truly the finest talent one could possess.
if your blood could save my heart,
id ask for no more than a drop,
if your lungs could fill my soul,
id ask for no more then one breath,
but if your tears could save my life,
id rather meet my death,
for id rather just die
than see a tear drop from you
"Seldom does an individual exceed his own expectations."
"To believe in immortality is one thing, but first believe in life."
poems.
my favorite poem.
richard cory (by edwin arlington robinson)
whenever richard cory went down town,
we people on the pavement looked at him:
he was a gentleman from sole to crown,
clean favored, and imperially slim.
and he was always quietly arrayed,
and he was always human when he talked;
but still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
and he was rich -- yes, richer than a king --
and admirably schooled in every grace:
in fine, we thought that he was everything
to make us wish that we were in his place.
so on we worked, and waited for the light,
and went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
and richard cory, one calm summer night,
went home and put a Bullet through his head.
Sonnet 29
when, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
i all alone beweep my outcast state
and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
and look upon myself and curse my fate,
wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
with what i most enjoy contented least;
yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
haply i think on thee, and then my state,
like to the lark at break of day arising
from sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
for thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
that then i scorn to change my state with kings.
~ Shakespeare
"but if you love... let these be your desires:
to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
to know the pain of too much tenderness.
to be wounded by your own understanding of love;
and to bleed willingly and joyfully.
to wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
to rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
to return home at eventide with gratitude;
and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart
and a song of praise upon your lips."
Kahlil Gibran
Lebanese Poet, Author of "The Prophet"