Togetherness is another name for progress, together forever, either as lovers or ashes. Handcrafted Humanity: 100 Sonnets For A Blunderful World
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Quote:- Tôi bỗng nghĩ mười năm trước hẳn họ vẫn còn rất đẹp, họ còn biết run rẩy, xốn xang, đau nhói trước cuộc đời, nhưng không ai giữ vẻ đẹp của những người giữ gìn vẻ đẹp, cũng không ai lãnh đạo những người lãnh đạo, không ai chiến đấu cho những người chiến đấu.
Khói trời lộng lẫy
Author:- Nguyễn Ngọc Tư
Category:- Life
Quote:- Tôi nhận ra trong suốt những năm tháng đã đi qua đời mình, cảm giác về sự yên ổn và hạnh phúc trong tôi rất ngắn ngủi và mong manh. Nó hệt như hoa nở có mùa và trăng không mãi sáng trên bầu trời. Tôi là một con người cô đơn, không bao giờ tin mình hạnh phúc, nên chỉ cần hạnh phúc muốn rời xa là tôi lập tức buông tay. Tôi nhìn hạnh phúc của tôi bỏ tôi đi, lòng đầy bão giông mà không một lần níu lại.
Theo Đuổi
Author:- Phạm Thanh Thúy
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Tolerance will reach such a level that intelligent people will be banned from thinking so as not to offend the imbeciles
Author:- Anonymus
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Tom Dancer’s gift of a whitebark pine coneYou never know What opportunity Is going to travel to you, Or through you.Once a friend gave me A small pine cone- One of a few He found in the scatOf a grizzly In Utah maybe, Or Wyoming. I took it homeAnd did what I supposed He was sure I would do- I ate it, ThinkingHow it had traveled Through that rough And holy body. It was crisp and sweet.It was almost a prayer Without words. My gratitude, Tom Dancer, For this gift of the world I adore so much And want to belong to. And thank you too, great bear
Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
Author:- Mary Oliver
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Tom felt his darkness. His father was beautiful and clever, his mother was short and mathematically sure. Each of his brothers and sisters had looks or gifts or fortune. Tom loved all of them passionately, but he felt heavy and earth-bound. He climbed ecstatic mountains and floundered in the rocky darkness between the peaks. He had spurts of bravery but they were bracketed in battens of cowardice.
East of Eden
Author:- John Steinbeck
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Tomorrow belongs to the one who prepares for it today.
Author:- Golden Flower
Category:- best
Quote:- Tomorrow is another opportunity to improve yourself
Author:- Scott A. Reighard
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed so I might as well make today my bitch.
Wrecked
Author:- Lauren Asher
Category:- best
Quote:- Tomorrow will be better.But what if it’s not? I asked.Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.
Amy & Roger's Epic Detour
Author:- Morgan Matson
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Tomorrow will never call to ask your opinion; you don't control it. Stop allowing today's possibilities to be robbed by tomorrow's insecurities.
Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
Author:- Steve Maraboli
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Tomorrow, a new prince shall rule. Men of understanding, men of science shall stand behind his throne, and the universe will come to know his might. His name is Truth. His empire shall encompass the Earth. And the mastery of Man over the Earth shall be renewed.
A Canticle for Leibowitz
Author:- Walter M. Miller Jr.
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty face from day to day.
Author:- William Shakespeare
Category:- time
Quote:- Tomorrow, you promise yourself, things will be different, yet, tomorrow is too often a repetition of today. And you disappoint yourself again and again.
Author:- James T. McCay
Category:- hope
Quote:- Tongue speaks words but your way of talking tells truth .
Author:- Mubariz Ahmed
Category:- time
Quote:- Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example,'The night is shatteredand the blue stars shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my armsI kissed her again and again under the endless sky.She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep her.The night is shattered and she is not with me.This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.My sight searches for her as though to go to her.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The same night whitening the same trees.We, of that time, are no longer the same.I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.Because through nights like this one I held her in my armsmy sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.Though this be the last pain that she makes me sufferand these the last verses that I write for her.
Author:- Pablo Neruda
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Tonight I Can WriteTonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep her.The night is starry and she is not with me.This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The same night whitening the same trees.We, of that time, are no longer the same.I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.Love is so short, forgetting is so long.Because through nights like this one I held her in my armsmy soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.Though this be the last pain that she makes me sufferand these the last verses that I write for her.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Author:- Pablo Neruda
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Tonight I saw myself in the dark window asthe image of my father, whose lifewas spent like this,thinking of death, to the exclusionof other sensual matters,so in the end that lifewas easy to give up, sinceit contained nothing: evenmy mother's voice couldn't make himchange or turn backas he believedthat once you can't love another human beingyou have no place in the world.
Author:- Louise Glück
Category:- poetry