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As T. S. Eliot wrote, in a brilliant and painstaking way: I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing: wait without love for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
David Whyte • The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America
A Psalm of Life
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The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
Maud Muller, by John Greenleaf Whittier
Look, O LORD, and see how worthless I have become. 12 Is it nothing to you,[2] all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which was brought upon me, which the LORD inflicted on the day of his fierce anger.
C. S. Lewis • The C. S. Lewis Bible: For Reading, Reflection, and Inspiration
These two things have befallen you —who will grieve with you?— devastation and destruction, famine and sword— who will comfort you?[149]
C. S. Lewis • The C. S. Lewis Bible: For Reading, Reflection, and Inspiration
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for
... See moreEknath Easwaran • The Bhagavad Gita
sick on my journey ,
my dreams go wandering
on this withered field
Matsuo Basho, Death Haiku, 1694
philo-sophic-ally-speaking • Matsuo Bashō’s Death Haiku
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
... See morepoetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of
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