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“Don't deny your weakness, Don't make it weaken you too, cover it with your strength”

Josephs Quartzy (1999) Tanzanian actor

Source: Philosophies from an old Journal

“you are made by you”

Josephs Quartzy (1999) Tanzanian actor

Source: Sweetest song I know

“you try and find than waiting,
you are a hero”

Josephs Quartzy (1999) Tanzanian actor

Source: Sweetest song I know

“we can't change the game but rules can be adjusted”

Josephs Quartzy (1999) Tanzanian actor

Source: Sweetest song I know

“Reading ideas improves,
reading stories entertains,
reading the news informs,
reading books teaches,
reading the song rhymes”

Josephs Quartzy (1999) Tanzanian actor

Source: Sweetest song I know

“If I tell you I'm better than you, say no”

Josephs Quartzy (1999) Tanzanian actor

Source: Sweetest song I know

“just think you are strong, and you will realize those strengths”

Josephs Quartzy (1999) Tanzanian actor

Source: Sweetest song I know

“It takes a few days to complete cycling the world,
but it takes forever to understand its ways”

Josephs Quartzy (1999) Tanzanian actor

Source: Sweetest song I know

“silence serves time, for you and yourself,
though it tells nothing, it gives everything”

Josephs Quartzy (1999) Tanzanian actor

Source: Sweetest song I know

“silence makes you wise, among the noisemakers”

Josephs Quartzy (1999) Tanzanian actor

Source: Sweetest song I know

“It must be visible or invisible,
Invisible or visible or both:
A seeing and unseeing in the eye.

The weather and the giant of the weather,
Say the weather, the mere weather, the mere air:
An abstraction blooded, as a man by thought.”

Wallace Stevens (1879–1955) American poet

Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942), It Must Be Abstract

“If there must be a god in the house, must be,
Saying things in the room and on the stair,

Let him move as the sunlight moves on the floor,
Or moonlight, silently, as Plato's ghost

Or Aristotle's skeleton. Let him hang out
His stars on the wall. He must dwell quietly.

He must be incapable of speaking, closed,
As those are: as light, for all its motion, is;

As color, even the closest to us, is;
As shapes, though they portend us, are.

It is the human that is the alien,
The human that has no cousin in the moon.

It is the human that demands his speech
From beasts or from the incommunicable mass.

If there must be a god in the house, let him be one
That will not hear us when we speak: a coolness

A vermillioned nothingness, any stick of the mass
Of which we are too distantly a part.”

Wallace Stevens (1879–1955) American poet

"Less and Less Human, O Savage Spirit"
Transport to Summer (1947)

“In this world, to survive you have to be a strong, courageous woman, a woman who overcomes difficulties by turning them into successes. A woman with dedication, intuition, costancy, honor, loyalty and sweetness. A woman not for everyone, but only for those who dare to have her by her side.”

Prevale (1983) Italian DJ and producer

Original: In questo mondo, per sopravvivere devi essere una donna forte, coraggiosa, una donna che supera le difficoltà trasformandole in successi. Una donna con dedizione, intuizione, costanza, onore, lealtà e dolcezza. Una donna non per tutti, ma solo per chi osa averla al suo fianco.
Source: prevale.net

“milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone

for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea”

E.E. Cummings (1894–1962) American poet

"maggie and milly and molly and may" in Complete Poems: 1904-1962

“Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right —
The leaves upon her falling light —
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott (1832)

“He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Eagle

Source: The Eagle, 1851, http://home.att.net/%7ETennysonPoetry/eagle.htm

“I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.”

John Donne Songs and Sonnets

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow

“With wide-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and moon were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou — Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.”

Emily Brontë (1818–1848) English novelist and poet

No Coward Soul Is Mine (1846)

“No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And Faith shines equal, arming me from Fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life — that in me has rest,
As I — undying Life — have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main...”

Emily Brontë (1818–1848) English novelist and poet

No Coward Soul Is Mine (1846)

“But first a hush of peace, a soundless calm descends;
The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends
Mute music sooths my breast — unuttered harmony
That I could never dream till earth was lost to me.

Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;
My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels —
Its wings are almost free, its home, its harbour found;
Measuring the gulf, it stoops and dares the final bound —

O, dreadful is the check — intense the agony
When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see;
When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,
The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain.

Yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less;
The more that anguish racks the earlier it will bless;
And robed in fires of Hell, or bright with heavenly shine
If it but herald Death, the vision is divine —”

Emily Brontë (1818–1848) English novelist and poet

The Prisoner (October 1845)