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Post by gams on Oct 31, 2007 7:43:52 GMT -5
I don't know why I haven't brought this over from the "other" place before now....it's been running over there for a couple of years now, and is at times, thought provoking, and other times, just fun. Always interesting.
Can we Q? Huh, huh?
A quote thread.
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Post by gams on Oct 31, 2007 7:44:22 GMT -5
Some for the day:
On Hallowe'en the thing you must do Is pretend that nothing can frighten you An' if somethin' scares you and you want to run Jus' let on like it's Hallowe'en fun. ~ from an Early Nineteenth Century Halloween Postcard
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. ~ Emily Dickinson
'Tis the night - the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without The wild winds shout, But no, it is they - it is they. ~ Arthur Cleveland Coxe
If a man harbors any sort of fear, it makes him landlord to a ghost. ~ Lloyd Douglas
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween!" ~ Dexter Kozen
Men say that in this midnight hour, The disembodièd have power To wander as it liketh them, By wizard oak and fairy stream. ~ William Motherwell
At first cock-crow the ghosts must go Back to their quiet graves below. ~ Theodosia Garrison
Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to. ~ Richard Harris Barham
Where there is no imagination there is no horror. ~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Bring forth the raisins and the nuts- Tonight All-Hallows' Specter struts Along the moonlit way. ~ John Kendrick Bangs
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Post by katmandu on Oct 31, 2007 23:58:48 GMT -5
Tis a brave and noble thing Fair Lady does To start this thread without permission Who knows but at this time of year Her head might just go missin'.
Unknown.
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Post by gams on Nov 1, 2007 1:56:39 GMT -5
ROTFLMAO!
Or I guess it should it be, ROTFLMHO, Katina!!!!
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 2, 2007 22:20:07 GMT -5
You two make me smile and never fail to give me warm fuzzies all over my insides. And I appreciate you starting it up over here because there are lots of times when I want to share...and be shared with! Contrary to what some may insinuate...I won't mention any names...Meow...I welcome all contributions!
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 2, 2007 22:28:23 GMT -5
Now, can I start with not a quote, but one of my favorites--especially at this time of the year... My November Guest MY Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, She’s glad her simple worsted gray Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so truly sees, She thinks I have no eye for these, And vexes me for reason why. Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell her so, And they are better for her praise. ~Robert Frost~
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 2, 2007 22:34:26 GMT -5
And one more thing. After reading that little diddy of yours up there again, Kat, I'm pretty sure there should be a book or two of yours floating around out here in cyberworld...hmm?? Oh, that was "unknown" on the author, right? My bad.
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Post by gams on Nov 6, 2007 11:14:55 GMT -5
"Surviving is important, but thriving is elegant." ~ Maya Angelou
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Post by gams on Nov 10, 2007 9:42:06 GMT -5
"Let sleeping sisters lie." ~ LX this morning, not quite in a concerned for her always-up-at-the-crack-of-dawn, but feeling under-the-weather sister, but in more of a yay-I-don't-have-to-deal-with-my-annoying-little-sister-first-thing-in-the-morning kinda of way.
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 15, 2007 0:07:37 GMT -5
I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass.~Maya AngelouI'm a spring leaf trembling in anticipation. (also Ms Angelou) I like this thread.
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Post by gams on Nov 15, 2007 12:13:12 GMT -5
Great choice of quotes, Quetta! A couple of good ones to inspire. Kick some ass, Friend.
And here's a leaf of a different color than the one the trembles in spring....one for the season....
"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools." ~ Henry Beston
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 18, 2007 12:53:44 GMT -5
We are still masters of our fate. We are still captains of our souls. ~Winston Churchill
We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities.~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Post by gams on Nov 20, 2007 8:51:10 GMT -5
Wonderfully inspiration choices, Quetta; thanks for sharing.
My quote for the day is neither inspirational or moving, but over the last couple of weeks, I've heard it repeated Many times, with a capital "M" just as the quote starts.
It is what BP is to recite during the 1st grade Thanksgiving play today. She sits here watching television, and waits for me to take her to school in a few minutes. Occasionally I hear her recite the line in that sing-song way she's made up as she's practiced with her toy piano accompanying her. She is dressed in her finest - a deep purple "velvet" dress with sprigs lavender flowers running along the hem-line and up the side - a ghastly looking thing, in my opinion, but she picked it out and who am I to dispute what a six-year old thinks is pretty; she thinks I'm pretty also. As I do her.
She is nervous, and even as I assure her she will do fine, I, better than perhaps anyone, understand that nervousness. So different than me in so many ways, but we share a mother/daughter bond of the fear of speaking in front of a crowd.
Sometime this afternoon I will be sitting in the big Listiak Auditorium, the town's stage, and beam with the no-matter-how-small-the-accomplishment pride that a parent has for their child, and most likely mouth these words along with her as she stands up on stage, in a hideous cloud of purple:
"M is for many. By summer, the pilgrims had built many houses. Their vegetable gardens grew well."
I will, of course, clap.
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 20, 2007 9:44:05 GMT -5
And a beautiful quote it is, Gams. The first thought at the end of reading your post... All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts...~Big WillTell her to break a leg for us...and then of course, explain it to her please.
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Post by katmandu on Nov 22, 2007 7:48:37 GMT -5
How did the recital go Gams, a stunning success I bet? Did you manage the apprehension okay, worried that BP may fluff hers lines, and the lump in your throat from pride?
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Post by gams on Dec 8, 2007 8:25:26 GMT -5
A mention on "the other board" of fresh-cut flowers in winter reminded me of the following quote, and story.
"Why do people give each other flowers? To celebrate various important occasions, they're killing living creatures? Why restrict it to plants? "Sweetheart, let's make up. Have this deceased squirrel." ~The Washington Post
I love that quote; it cracks me up because it reminds me of a co-worker this past summer. She's involved in a long-distance love-affair, and her boyfriend took a few weeks off work to come visit. It's a typical cultural clash of North Meets South; he's from Kentucky.
Because Hubs is originally from the South, she'd come into work and want commiseration comfort from me each morning. "Do you know what he cooked for dinner last night? Deep fried this, and deep fried that; I can feel my arteries hardening just standing here. Even the vegetables were fried." I tried to be helpful - at least you don't have to make dinner when you get home tired, hot, and dirty, I offered. But the list of things that he did not to her satisfaction went on and on, until the love birds were beginning to be sorry he migrated north for the summer. They got into an argument over what she found in her refrigerator when she got home from work one day.
Squirrels. Seems boyfriend was watching the squirrels dig in her vegetable garden and thought he'd save her vegetables by shooting the squirrels with a BB gun he'd just bought her young son, (the BB-gun; another bone of contention). And since he now had a couple of dead squirrels, why not fry them up for dinner?
The next morning she came in grumbling about how hungry she was because she'd skipped the fried squirrel dinner. Again, trying to be ever-so-helpful, I repeated the "deceased squirrel" quote, and told her he was just trying to make amends for the argument they'd had.
She was not amused.
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Post by Quettalee on Dec 8, 2007 10:57:45 GMT -5
Now that's a funny story, Gams. And I can only laugh because I can empathize her pain. My brother does the same thing to me whenever I go "down there". Although he has gotten a little better since I have become vegetarian, he never misses an opportunity to try and sway me with some local game--usually deer, but not always. I just politely decline and go for the veggies!
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Post by gams on Dec 13, 2007 8:10:15 GMT -5
A few quotes that I think may be appropriate given the recent happenings here....
"It's time to start living the life you've imagined." ~ Henry James
"Your aspirations are your possibilities." ~ Samuel Johnson
"If you can imagine it, you can create it. If you can dream it, you can become it." ~ William Arthur Ward
Oh yeah, and how about this one...
"If you build it, they will come."
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Post by Quettalee on Dec 16, 2007 14:29:23 GMT -5
Thanks for fueling the fire, Gams. They keep me inspired!
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Post by gams on Dec 22, 2007 12:06:59 GMT -5
“…the discovery that most psychological – and, therefore, social, political and spiritual – problems can be linked to pressures exerted by time. Or, more precisely, civilized man’s idea of time.” ~ Tom Robbins
Day by day, the paper chain BP made to count down the days left until Christmas got shorter and shorter, and the numbers on the magnetic dry-erase board LX has on the fridge got lower and lower.
They say that time is money, but for me this past week and a half, time was like money – you never have enough, and what you do have is spent too quickly.
Discombobulated; a great word, and a perfect description of how I've felt. I wonder if confusion caused by a lack of time could be called "discomfobulation" - the gears aren't working properly.
But all that is over now. Packages were mailed, and hopefully received, cards sent and hopefully I didn't miss anyone, school functions attended, and social obligations fullfilled. Hubs and I finished all the wrapping late last night, except what he is out getting now - last minute shopper, and how can he do in one day what it's taken me weeks to finish? I even did the grocery shopping for Christmas dinner yesterday.
Nothing left to do but relax and enjoy the long weekend and holiday. We don't even have to travel anywhere with all the others traveling this weekend; the five hour trip to visit my family is not until next weekend.
Breathe......ahhhhhh.
And maybe I'll have time in the next few days catch up on posting here.
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