quote_your_mind

..Fools live to Regret their Words, Wise men to Regret their Silence..Deep Vengeance is the Daughter of deep Silence
Kindly note:If #you# have No Interest pertaining to various Artistic n Literary themes, Evidently, My page is of No Interest to #you#. Should you happen to be Greek then Kindly read #my# blog titled quote_your_art. No Vacancy spot for those who Display Severe signs of mental Evacuation.(I am the same Woman who runs quote_your_art). www.chouz.gr is a site I run with my family to raise Awareness on MDS (myelodysplastic syndromes)~*Ευχαριστω-Grazie-Thank you *Namaste 'Νature Never Breaks Her Own Laws'.Grazie.+Aλεξανδρα+ 1st February, 2009 THE LAST night that she lived, It was a common night, Except the dying; this to us Made nature different. We noticed smallest things, Things overlooked before, By this great light upon our minds Italicized, as ’t were. That others could exist While she must finish quite, A jealousy for her arose So nearly infinite. We waited while she passed; It was a narrow time, Too jostled were our souls to speak, At length the notice came. She mentioned, and forgot; Then lightly as a reed Bent to the water, shivered scarce, Consented, and was dead. And we, we placed the hair, And drew the head erect; And then an awful leisure was, Our faith to regulate~Emily Dickinson WHERE WAS the dead body found? Who found the dead body? Was the dead body dead when found? How was the dead body found?Who was the dead body?Who was the Father or daughter or Brother Or uncle or sister or mother or Son Of the dead and Abandoned body?Was the body dead when Abandoned? Was the body Abandoned? By Whom had it been Abandoned?Was the dead body naked or dressed for a Journey?What made you Declare the dead body dead? Did #you# Declare the dead body dead? How Well Did #you# Know The dead body? How did you know the dead body was dead?Did you Wash the dead body Did you Close both #Her# Eyes Did you Bury the body Did you leave Her Abandoned Did you Kiss the dead body~Death by Harold Pinter REMORSE IS memory awake, Her companies astir, A presence of departed acts At window and at door. Its past set down before the soul, And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch. REMORSE IS CURELESS, the disease Not even God Can Heal; For ’t is His institution, The Complement of Hell~Emily Dickinson SHE WENT as quiet as the dew From a familiar flower. Not like the dew did she return At the accustomed hour She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer’s eve; Less skillful than Leverrier It’s sorer to believe~Emily Dickinson LIE STILL, Sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat On the silent sea we have heard the sound That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.Under the mile off moon we trembled listening To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.Open a pathway through the slow sad sail, Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound, We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell. Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat, Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned~Dylan Thomas MUSIC, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on~Percy Bysshe Shelley OH, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity, And never care how rain may steep, Or snow may cover me! No promised heaven these wild desires Could all, or half, fulful; No threatened hell, with quenchless fires, Subdue this quenchless will!So said I, and still say the same; Still, to my Death, will say Three gods within this little frame Are warring night and day: Heaven could not hold them all, and yet They all are held in me; And must be mine till I forget My present entity!Oh, for the time when in my breast Their struggles will be o'er! Oh, for the day when I shall rest, And never suffer more!~Emily Bronte HOW HEAVY the days are. There's not a fire that can warm me, Not a sun to laugh with me, Everything bare, Everything cold and merciless, And even the beloved, clear Stars look desolately down, Since I learned in my heart that Love can die~Herman Hesse AND NOW, when merry Winds do blow, And Rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This Mortal flesh.Though well I love to feel the Rain, And be by Winds well blown The Mystery of Mortal life Doth press Me down.And, In this mood, come Now what will, Shine Rainbow, Cuckoo call; There is No Thing in Heaven or Earth Can lift My Soul.I Know Not where this state comes from No cause for Grief I Know; The Earth around is fresh and green, Flowers near Me grow.I sit between two fair Rose trees; Red Roses on my right, And on my left side Roses are A lovely white.The little Birds are full of joy, Lambs bleating all the day; The Colt runs after the old mare, And Children play.And Still There Comes This Dark, Dark Hour Which is Not Borne of Care; Into My Heart It Creeps Before I Am Aware...The Dark Hour~ William Henry DaviesWHEN YOUR Heart becomes the Grave of your Secrets, that desire of yours will be gained more quickly. The prophet said that anyone who keeps Secret his inmost thought will soon attain the object of his desire. When seeds are buried in the Earth, their inward Secrets become the flourishing Garden~Rumi