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| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 11/17/2007 3:47:28 PM | "Courage is not the absence of fear. It's the willingness to feel the fear and do it anyway"...
"Don't pee down my back and then, try to convince me it's raining"
"Keep your friends close... Keep your enemies closer" | |
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| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 11/18/2007 8:17:17 PM | oooooh, joe CDN i'm so stealing the second one to use in another thread... lol.
One of my favourite quotes:
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
-- Nelson Mandela
I like it because i really relate to it. I often struggle with the fear of ... being brilliant, as in all i can be of letting myself out of the self imposed cage. I often wonder why i limit myself and this seems the perfect answer. | |
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Xavery
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| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 11/18/2007 9:36:07 PM | I am not the best person to ask because I have many ---particularly poems.
Invocation - Pablo Neruda
"And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know
where it came from"
I like how Neruda describes poetry coming for him not him searching for poetry. He then goes onto say he was summoned "abruptly from the others."
"among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me."
Now the language gets strong:
"and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing"
The fire imagy is powerful. The finding of his wings and beginning his craft with a simple wisdom is beautiful and it is wonderful how he makes the simplicity of ignorance sound so incredibly beautiful.
This is the kind of experience I hope for - although, there have been times I have felt my life is moving in exactly the direction it should be moving in. | |
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| My Favorite story because it puts the coming season into perspective.
Posted: 11/18/2007 10:43:13 PM | The Doll and a White Rose
I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute
Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself.
I would be in here forever and had so much to do. Christmas was beginning
to become such a drag. I sort of wished I could just sleep through Christmas.
But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department.
Once again I mumbled to myself at the prices of all the toys,and wondered
if the kids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5, holding a lovely
doll. He kept touching her hair and held her so gently. I just kept looking
over at the little boy, I could not seem to help myself and wondered who
the doll was for.
I watched him turn to a woman whom he identified as his aunt, and said,"Are
you sure I don't have enough money?" She replied rather sadly,"Honey, I'm
sorry, but you don't have enough money for it."
His aunt told him not to go anywhere, to stay and look at all the toys, that
she had to get some other things would be back in a few minutes.
The boy continued to hold the doll. After a moment, I asked the boy who the
doll was for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted real bad for Christmas.
She just knew that Santa would bring it."
I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said, "No, Santa can't
go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to my Mama to take to her."
I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and
said, "She has gone to be with Jesus." "My Daddy says that Mama is going to
have to go be with her too."
My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said,
"I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait
till I got back from the store."
He then asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to.
He pulled out some pictures that had been taken at the front of the store in
one of those quick photo booths. He said "I want my Mamma to take this with
her so she won't ever forget me. I love my Mama so much.
I wish she did not have to leave me. But Daddy says she's going to go be with
my sister."
The little boy lowered his head and grew very quiet. While he was not looking,
I reached into my purse and pulled out some money. I asked the little boy,
"Shall we count that money one more time?
He grew excited and said "Yes, I just know it has to be enough." As we counted,
I carefully slipped the money in with his. Of course it was plenty for the doll.
He softly said, "Oh, thank you, Jesus, for giving me enough money."
Then the boy said "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll,
so Mama can take it with her to give to my sister. And He heard my prayer.
I wanted to ask Him for enough to buy my Mama a white rose, but I didn't ask Him,
and He gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mama! She loves white roses
a whole lot."
In a few minutes the aunt came back, and I went about my shopping. I could not keep
from thinking about the little boy as I finished what I needed to do in a totally
different spirit than when I had started.
I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier, about a
drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and leaving the Mother in
critical condition, and the family with the decision as to whether to remove the
life support or not. Surely this little boy did not belong with that story.
Two days later, I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support
and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy, and kept wondering
if the two were somehow connected.
Later that day, I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral
home where the young woman was. There she lay, holding a lovely white rose, the
beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store.
I left there in tears, my life changed forever - overwhelmed by the love that little
boy had for his little sister and his mother, and how cruel it seemed that in a split second, a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces. | |
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| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 11/19/2007 3:31:42 PM | Ouch. That one doesn’t sound too good to me.
so, if you didn’t love her she be less beautiful or maybe not even beautiful at all?
sorry, don’t mean to sound rude or knock anyone, but that quote's sort of giving me the creepies. LOL
and, Hey! Meetandsee, I just looked at your profile and what do ya mean, ‘when they’re winning of course.’ When they’re losing is when they need you the most! | |
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Xavery
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Joined: 4/22/2007
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| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 11/19/2007 5:41:19 PM | | MeetandSee That quote suggests that the man in love with the woman has the power to make the woman beautiful - what if a woman wrote: I dont love him because he is hot, but he is hot because I love him? Kind of sucks - don't it? | |
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| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 11/19/2007 6:38:28 PM | ^^^ No. It does not.
Both of your quotes can be right.
When a man loves a woman, he praises her, tells her she IS beautiful and that she turns him on. Soon she starts to present herself in a better light, a touch of make-up, a little more colour in her wardrobe, etc...hence she is beautiful.
Now, why would a lady can not do the same to her man? A man may never see himself as a hunk or a gentleman but because of his lady's behaviour toward him, he could be walking taller, with more confidence and he feels that he is more handsome...hence he is hot.
Go ahead and try it.
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O.K. Time for an inspirational quote.
Frown and the world will walk by you.
Smile and the world will smile with you.
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| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 11/19/2007 11:41:19 PM | The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart. (Helen Keller)
Horseback riding: the art of keeping a horse between you and the ground.
I have many more favorites but i think two is enough! | |
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| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 11/20/2007 12:11:53 AM |
Beans Beans the magical fruit
The more you eat,the more you toot
The more you toot,the more you eat
So eat your beans with every meal
Ok that is not the way I learned it!
Beans, Beans the musical fruit
the more you eat, the more you toot
the more you toot, the better you feel
so eat yer beans with every meal
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Bone33
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Joined: 8/31/2007
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