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Archive for August, 2009

Love is the sweetest revenge.

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If all your surroundings are darkness, you are probably the light of the world.

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Always live what you believe, but never believe what you live.
(i.e., don’t get so caught up in your own prior knowledge that you forget to learn.)

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Did you know there is a mill in Hell
That turns sin to Love?
Yes, I knew!
For I am an ash-pot,
Kneeling, open to abuse –
the debris of Love –
And all the guilt humanity feels after burning and breaking such a Pearl.
Turning my cheek as far as it can turn,
I swallow all their deed-soot, word-soot, and guilt-soot,
Until I [...]

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You mustn’t be revengeful.
You have to be strong;
To offer good for evil,
Return right for wrong.
We must not hold a grudge,
And we must learn to endure.
Then, as God is your judge,
At least your heart will be pure.
Forgiveness
Is the mightiest sword.
Forgiveness
Of those you hate
Will be your highest reward.
When they bruise you with words,
When they make you feel [...]

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To my heart’s innermost courtyard, where a bonfire
Breathes on guests slapping tambourines and chords
Through which wind the melodic flows of ale and wine
And the descant of smoke,
I do not go.
The night for me is quiet,
Thoughtful, in the heat of lamps by the outermost gate,
In a shadowy crosshatch distorted on the chilled cobblestone
Wobbling to the unrhythmic [...]

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Announcing…a party in my heart!
There will be a potluck, friends,
Music, beer, wine, and croquet.
I am not invited.

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Goals are the hills you have chosen to climb.
Purpose is the star you have chosen to follow.
Being alive is the fact that you have chosen.

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Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
-Langston Hughes

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They were teenage twins in a silver car they’d named Jenny. Veronica was driving; Rachel was in the passenger seat; a Scottish folk artist was in the CD player, singing hypnotically like a hot bath from a sampler album. Jenny was on her way to the local Japanese steakhouse to celebrate that, after [...]

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