Oft in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shown Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.(from When the Splendor Falls by Laurie McBain) Anonymous
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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T.S. Eliot
It frightens me that I can't do anything sensible about it."" Are you scared that you'll wind up with a boring job where you have to see the same people every day and drink instant coffee?"" I'm more scared that I'll forget the feeling I...
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Gunnar Ardelius
The days aren't discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net. They don't fall drop by drop from...
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Pablo Neruda
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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Anonymous
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain
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Aeschylus
