Quotes
Quotes about Art
Fair Greece! and relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen great!
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung. Where grew the arts of war and peace,-- Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Such is the aspect of this shore; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
The most pitiful human ailment is a birdseed heart.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the raging impotence of woe.
On me, on me Time and change can heap no more! The painful past with blighting grief Hath left my heart a withered leaf. Time and change can do no more.
Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.
The purpose of a funeral service is to comfort the living. It is important at a funeral to display excessive grief. This will show others how kind-hearted and loving you are and their improved opinion of you will be very comforting.
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.
FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH Fire has left the hearth Nautilus climbed from shell Perfume flowed from bottle Prisoner gone from cell Butterfly flutterbied cocoon nor hand restrained by glove Jesus away from manger Cage left by Spirit Dove. Sparklings soared away from wand. Chick's egg become the bird. Omkar sung from out the throat Violin's notes now heard. Buddhist temple pine cone tabernacle'd godlet seed Shattered that it might manifest thousand forests of fir tree Eternal snow of mountain top now nurses meadow flowers. Shining never held by sun relentless melts ice towers. Love has left its spring the heart Is now a liquid pond Host stolen from the chalice consumed in mouth of God Starlight abandoned star a billion years ago Left that tonight you might have its sight and know Know Love is forever no drop of God ever dies Lover not bound by form of love God's bodies are not God's souls (to his wife and children on the death of Robert S) (Baba Hari Das: is the author of love is more powerful than lover for love is not bound by form).
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys. -Alphonse de Lamartine.
But Jeshurun waxed fat, and kicked: thou art waxen fat, thou art grown thick, thou art covered with fatness; then he forsook God which made him, and lightly esteemed the Rock of his salvation.
Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are found and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their clubs into shape.
The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order. Life refuses to be embalmed alive.
Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembers Sweet courteous things unsaid. We two have talked our hearts out to the embers, And now go hand in hand down to the dead.
Hail, guest, we ask not what thou art; If friend, we greet thee, hand and heart; If stranger, such no longer be; If foe, our love shall conquer thee.
When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul.
Haste, holy Friar, Haste, ere the sinner shall expire! Of all his guilt let him be shriven, And smooth his path from earth to heaven!
And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons.
Those who start war often know that because of their high political position their own lives will not be in danger. on the Diane Rehm Show.
Things start out as hopes and end up as habbits.
The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart.
Happiness seems made to be shared. [Fr., Le bonheur semble fait pour etre partage.]
Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one-directionally, without regret or reservation.
