Now I am dead you sing to me
The songs we used to know,
But while I lived you had no wish
Or care for doing so.
Now I am dead you come to me
In the moonlight, comfortless;
Ah, what would I have given alive
To win such tenderness!
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Mother
What’s in that cupboard, Mary?
Mary
Which cupboard, mother dear?
Mother
The cupboard of red mahogany
With handles shining clear.
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You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave.
-Sydney Smith
Tags: Quotation, Sydney Smith, foolish, wise
Lying on the ground was his dead body.
In his pocket a suicide note was found.
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There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one’s safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions …. If he flew them, he was crazy and didn’t have to; but if he didn’t want to he was sane and had to ….
‘That’s some catch, that Catch-22,’ he observed.
‘It’s the best there is,’ Doc Daneeka agreed.
- Joseph Heller (Catch-22)
Tags: Catch-22, Joseph Heller, crazy, WW-II, situation irony
Fathers send their sons to college either because they went to college or because they didn’t.
-L. L. Henderson
Tags: quotations, college, education
“WE’RE going through!” The Commander’s voice was like thin ice breaking. He wore his full-dress uniform, with the heavily braided white cap pulled down rakishly over one cold gray eye. “We can’t make it, sir. It’s spoiling for a hurricane, if you ask me.” “I’m not asking you, Lieutenant Berg,” said the Commander. “Throw on the power lights! Rev her up to 8500! We’re going through!” The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa. The Commander stared at the ice forming on the pilot window. He walked over and twisted a row of complicated dials. “Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!” he shouted. “Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!” repeated Lieutenant Berg. “Full strength in No. 3 turret!” shouted the Commander. “Full strength in No. 3 turret!” The crew, bending to their various tasks in the huge, hurtling eight-engined Navy hydroplane, looked at each other and grinned. “The Old Man’ll get us through,” they said to one another. “The Old Man ain’t afraid of hell!” . . .
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Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or “starlet.”
Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze,
I cannot get out, said the starling).
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The roses, those are velvet red,
for so many urges they’ve fed.
Thorny bed like iron nails,
guides the fragrance that is spread.
All over the maiden green,
dew in the air dying to lean.
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A pensive photograph
Watches me from the shelf–
Ghost of old love, and half
Ghost of myself!
How the dear waiting eyes
Watch me and love me yet–
Sad home of memories,
Her waiting eyes!
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Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
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blue_orchid: I don’t know.
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It was a dark and stormy night, thus, I began to write. Well, I know that it is a classic literary cliche. Even the dog in Peanuts, starts all his stories with this line. But I don’t think that she knew it. She maybe quite adept at other literary nuances, but cliches are entirely in a league of their own. In fact she was quite pleased with the start. She had a very good reason to be appreciative of it, and that was, her easy relation to it.
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The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this notion rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn’t require any.
-Russell Baker
Tags: quotations, writing, work, russell baker
