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Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself to others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all it's sham drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

-- Max Ehrmann , Written 1927

2006-11-21 06:39:22 · answer #1 · answered by dustiiart 5 · 0 0

Love Is the Greatest
1 If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. 3 If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it;[a] but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing.
4 Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud 5 or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. 6 It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. 7 Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

8 Prophecy and speaking in unknown languages[b] and special knowledge will become useless. But love will last forever!

2006-11-21 06:45:46 · answer #2 · answered by Buff 6 · 0 0

I've always liked W.B Yeats's "He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven"

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


In regards to song lyrics, I got Ash's "A Life Less Ordinary" stuck in my head the other day so I suppose I would go with that.

2006-11-22 01:32:53 · answer #3 · answered by Ezekiel Satchell 2 · 0 0

Hmm. There are alot, but I have alot of memories in the song "With You" by Jessica Simpson.

The real me is a southern girl with her Levis on and an open heart
Wish I could say the save the world, like I was super girl
The real me is to laugh all night lying in the grass just talking about love
But lately I've been jaded life got so complicated

I'm still thinking about it almost forgot what it was like
Do you know what it feels like?

Cause with you
I can let my hair down
I can say anything crazy
I know you'll catch me right before I hit the ground
With nothing but a T-shirt on
I never felt so beautiful
Baby as I do now
Now that I'm with you
With you
Now that I'm with you

You speak and it's like a song
And just like that all my walls come down
It's like a private joke just meant for us to know
I relate to you naturally
Everybody else just fades away

2006-11-21 06:37:06 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0 1

Song - Nightswimming R.E.M.

Quote 1- I have friends in overalls whose friendship I would not swap for the favour of the kings of the world.

Quote 2 - Boy, n.: a noise with dirt on it.

Quote 3 - My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and I don't know where on earth she is.

I could go on... but I won't ;-)

2006-11-21 09:50:23 · answer #5 · answered by Rakibear 2 · 0 0

From Keats's Lamia

"Do not all charms fly at the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnoméd mine -
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade."

2006-11-21 08:28:41 · answer #6 · answered by fizzy_wolf 5 · 0 0

Seasons of love from Rent

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

2006-11-21 08:50:21 · answer #7 · answered by daydream♥believer 4 · 0 0

See :
Tao Te Ching
WIlliam Cowper
Earl Of Rochester

2006-11-21 06:42:38 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Jacques Prévert's poem: Qui vont à l'enterrement. (Who are Going to a funeral)
A l'enterrement d'une feuille morte
Deux escargots s'en vont
Ils ont la coquille noire
Du crêpe autour des cornes
Ils s'en vont dans le soir
Un très beau soir d'automne
Hélas quad ils arrivent
C'est déjà le printemps
Les feuilles qui étaient mortes
Sont toutes réssucitée…

That's not all of it but this is absolutely my favourite poem! The idea of these two little (hypothetical or not!) snails sliding along is really cute!

P.S: Sorry that it's in French but i would ruin it if I translated.

2006-11-21 14:09:56 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

1.Eloise to Abelard by Alaxander Pope
2.Everything written by Jaunk(Zaunk)
3.Challa by Gurdas Maan.
4.Halka-Halka suroor by Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.

2006-11-21 06:45:19 · answer #10 · answered by La_Li_Lu_Le_Lo 2 · 0 0

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