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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 10, 2005 1:32:03 GMT -6
The body dies; the body’s beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing.
Wallace Stevens
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Post by Phalon on Mar 10, 2005 1:40:18 GMT -6
"So long as youth is green and testy old age is far off." Horace
youth
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 10, 2005 1:41:57 GMT -6
Hey...you used that one before. I'm guessing your barain isn't as youthful as you would like to think. Are you forgetting theses things?
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Post by Phalon on Mar 10, 2005 1:45:47 GMT -6
No, no - I didn't forget I'd used it prior. One of my favorites so it's committed to memory.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 10, 2005 1:47:44 GMT -6
Memory is like a purse,—if it be over-full that it cannot shut, all will drop out of it. Take heed of a gluttonous curiosity to feed on many things, lest the greediness of the appetite of thy memory spoil the digestion thereof.
Thomas Fuller
curiosity
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Post by Phalon on Mar 10, 2005 1:54:00 GMT -6
And you used the word "curiosity" the other day. Different quote, but same word. So I'll respond with the same quote I used the other day, but pick a different word out of it.
"Yet these uneasy pleasures and fine pains are for curiosity, and not for life." Emerson
pleasures
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 10, 2005 1:58:08 GMT -6
Something tells me we are going to run out of words here soon...unless we start using the six dollar ones....
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
John Dryden
sweeter
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Post by Phalon on Mar 10, 2005 2:14:09 GMT -6
It is impossible to run out of words.
More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey, and the honeycomb.
from The Book of Common Prayers
honeycomb
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 10, 2005 2:17:59 GMT -6
Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
Bible: Hebrew Proverbs 16:24.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 10, 2005 2:21:09 GMT -6
They change their sky, not their soul, who run across the sea.
Horace
Hey, where have I heard that before?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 10, 2005 2:27:14 GMT -6
Change means movement. Movement means friction. Only in the frictionless vacuum of a nonexistent abstract world can movement or change occur without that abrasive friction of conflict. Saul Alinsky
Life is Change
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Post by Phalon on Mar 10, 2005 2:53:59 GMT -6
Thrice happy they, and more than thrice, whom an unbroken bond holds fast, and whom love never torn asunder by foolish quarrellings, will not loose till life's last day! Horace
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 10, 2005 2:56:12 GMT -6
Forty years on, when afar and asunder Parted are those who are singing today.
E.E. Bowen
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Post by Phalon on Mar 10, 2005 3:01:08 GMT -6
I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years. Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years. David Bowie
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 10, 2005 3:03:02 GMT -6
Ok couldn't resist this one......I used your word in the author's name.....
Sex in a woman’s world has the same currency a penny has in a man’s. Every penny saved is a penny earned in one world and in the next every sexual adventure is a literary experience. Harry Golden
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Post by Phalon on Mar 10, 2005 3:08:43 GMT -6
"Sex, sex, sex" from Valentine's Day Desires (is all I can think of right now)
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 10, 2005 12:30:37 GMT -6
Desire without knowledge is not good, and one who moves too hurriedly misses the way.
Bible: Hebrew, Proverbs 19:2.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 10, 2005 12:42:57 GMT -6
knowledge: know the ledge on which you walk, because the drop may be precipitous. phalon
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Post by Joxcenia on Mar 10, 2005 17:33:06 GMT -6
Infiltration
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 11, 2005 0:27:10 GMT -6
I can no longer sit back and allow Communist infiltration, Communist indoctrination, Communist subversion and the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids.
Stanley Kubrick
Ok the guy was a nut job....
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Post by Phalon on Mar 11, 2005 1:28:28 GMT -6
I read a book by Thoreau a while ago; alot of it concerning nuts, (the kind you eat). Very interesting - love reading his observations. "Wild Fruits was the title, but I can't remember any specific quotes....so I'll use another of his:
"Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short."
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 11, 2005 1:35:09 GMT -6
You really need to rethink that, "the kind you eat".
A story has been thought through to the end when it has taken the worst possible turn. ATTRIBUTION: Friedrich Dürrenmatt
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Post by Phalon on Mar 11, 2005 2:44:22 GMT -6
Oh yeah...I hadn't thought of that when I wrote it. An unconscious thought? Pfft. Leave it to you to bring it to the surface.
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Post by Joxcenia on Mar 11, 2005 19:16:25 GMT -6
Task
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Post by Phalon on Mar 11, 2005 22:34:35 GMT -6
Jung! What a task it is for me to see that name and not think of shadowy...
Dwarves.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 11, 2005 23:25:53 GMT -6
What must he have thought about Snow White then....interesting.
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Post by Joxcenia on Mar 12, 2005 17:41:59 GMT -6
Arises
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Post by Freebird on Mar 12, 2005 18:15:00 GMT -6
I've been gone so long im outta touch with this looney world we have here.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 12, 2005 23:34:00 GMT -6
I remember watching Looney Tunes as a kid every Saturday morning. I think my favorite was that opera parody that combined two operas; "The Rabbit of Seville" and "What’s Opera Doc?" - which was a parody of Wagner's Ring.
Valkyrie
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Post by Phalon on Mar 12, 2005 23:44:36 GMT -6
Oh, Katiiiiinaaa....are you here? Hello, hello?
<tap, tap, tap> Sheesh, what's taking him so long?
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