J.R.R. Tolkien

"Things that are equal to the same things are equal to each other."

Euclid

--Looking for Alaska--John Green

"If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions."

"...if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane."

"You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining the future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."

Green, John. Looking for Alaska. New York: SPEAK, 2005. Print.

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

"Don't forget that everything you deal with is only one thing and nothing else". 

"I'm afraid that if my dream is realized, I'll have no reason to go on living". 

"Not everyone can see his dreams come true in the same way".

"...every blessing ignored becomes a curse". 

"Sometimes, there's just no way to hold back the river". 

"When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he never dreamed of when he first made the decision". 

"...all things are for the manifestation of one thing only".

"Because I don't live in either my past or my future. I'm interested only in the present. If youcan concentrate always on the present, you'll be a happy man".

"...wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure".

"One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving".

"...unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them--the path to their Personal Legends, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out, indeed, to be a threatening place".

"...when we love, we always strive to become better than we are".

"Be aware of the place where you are brought to tears. That's where I am, and that's where your treasure is".

Coelho, Paulo. "The Alchemist". New York: Harper Collins, 1993. Print. 

From Esperanza Rising by Pam Munoz Ryan

"...and even though her mind was soaring to infinite possibilities, his touch held her heart to the earth". 

"Don't ever be afraid to start over."

"To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake...

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. "

~Henry David Thoreau~

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning~

"Not every child has an equal talent or an equal ability or equal motivation, but children have the equal right to develop their talent, their ability, and their motivation."

John F. Kennedy

According to Edith Hamilton, Ovid wrote these words of Aphrodite to Adonis as he lay dying:

"Kiss me yet once again, the last, long kiss,

Until I draw your soul within my lips

And drink down all your love."

"Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?

~Henry David Thoreau~

If I Had My Child to Raise Over Again by Diane Loomans

If I had my child to raise over again,

I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less.

I'd do less correcting, and more connecting.

I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch more with my eyes.

I would care to know less, and know to care more.

I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.

I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.

I would run through more fields, and gaze at more stars.

I'd do more hugging, and less tugging.

I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.

I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.

I'd teach less about the love of power,

And more about the power of love.

Whoso list to hunt by Sir Thomas Wyatt

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, alas, I may no more.
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that farthest cometh behind.
Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore,
Fainting I follow. I leave off, therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I, may spend his time in vain.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain
There is written, her fair neck round about,
"Noli me tangere, for I am Ceasar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame."

The Canonization by John Donne

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune, flout,
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe His Honor, or His Grace,
Or the king's real, or his stamped face
Contemplate; what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.

Alas, alas, who's injured by my love?
What merchant's ships have my sighs drowned?
Who says my tears have overflowed his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
When did the heats which my veins fill
Add one man to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
Though she and I do love.

Call us what you will, we are made such by love;
Call her one, me another fly,
We're tapers too, and at our on cost die,
And we in us find the eagle and the dove.
The phoenix riddle hath more wit
By us: we two being one, are it.
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
We die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by this love.

We can die by it, if not live by love,
And if unfit for tombs and hearse
Our legend be, t will be fit for verse;
And if not piece of chronicle we prove,
We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;
As well as well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
And by these hymns, all shall approve
Us canonized by love:

And thus invoke us: You whom reverend love
Made one another's hermitage;
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;
Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove
Into the glasses of your eyes
(So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize)
Countries, towns, courts. Beg from above
A pattern of your love!

Song by John Donne

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
or who cleft the Devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou beest born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and night,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, hen thou return'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befall thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true, and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet;
Though she were true hen you met her,
And last till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.

Photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:John_Donne_BBC_News.jpg

Go Down Death by James Weldon Johnson

a Funeral Sermon

Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband - weep no more;
Grief-stricken son - weep no more;
She's only just gone home.

Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great, high heaven,
Looking down on all his children,
And his eye fell on Sister Caroline,
Tossing on her bed of pain.
And God's big heart was touched with pity,
With the everlasting pity.

And God sat back on his throne,
And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand:
Call me Death!
And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice
That broke like a clap of thunder:
Call Death! - Call Death!
And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven
Till it reached away back to that shadowy place,
Where death waits with his pale, white horses.

And Death heard the summons,
And he leaped on his fastest horse,
Pale as a sheet in the moonlight.
Up the golden street Death galloped,
And the hoof of his horse struck fire from the gold,
But they didn't make no sound.
Up Death rode to the Great White Throne,
And waited for God's command.

And God siad: Go Down, Death, go down,
Go down to Savannah, Georgia,
Down in Yamacraw,
And find Sister Caroline.
She's borne the burden and heat of the day,
She's labored long in my vineyard,
And she's tired --
She's weary--
Go down, Death, and bring her to me.

And Death didn't say a word,
But he loosened the reins on his pale, white horse,
And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides,
And out and down he rode,
Through heaven's pearly gates,
Past suns and moons and stars;
On Death rode,
And the foam from his horse was like a comet in the sky;
On Death rode,
Leaving the lightning's flash behind;
Straight on down he came.

While we were watching round her bed,
She turned her eyes and looked away,
She saw what we couldn't see;
She saw Old Death. She saw Old Death.
Coming like a falling star.
But Death didn't frighten Sister Caroline;
He looked to her like a welcome friend.
And she whispered to us: I'm going home,
And she smiled and closed her eyes.

And Death took her up like a baby,
And she lay in his icy arms,
But she didn't feel no chill.
And Death began to ride again--
Up beyond the evening star,
Out beyond the morning star,
Into the glittering light of glory,
On to the Great White Throne.
And there he laid Sister Caroline
On the loving breast of Jesus.

And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears,
And he smoothed the furrows from her face,
And the angels sang a little song,
And Jesus rocked her in his arms,
And kept-a-saying: Take your rest,
Take your rest, take your rest.

Weep not--weep not,
She is not dead,
Shes' resting in the bosom of Jesus.

Photo from Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:James_Weldon_Johnson.jpg#filelinks

On Monsieur's Departure by Queen Elizabeth I

I grieve and dare not show my discontent;
I love, and yet am forced to seem to hate;
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant;
I seem stark mute, but inwardly do prate.
I am, and not; I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.

My care is like my shadow in the sun—
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands, and lies by me, doth what I have done;
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.

Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft, and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, Love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low;
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die, and so forget what love e'er meant.

Jokinen, Anniina. "Works of Queen Elizabeth".Luminarium.org. Luminarium: Anthology of English Literature. 16 June 2008. Web. 07 Sept. 2011.

"I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that."

~John Keats~

"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination."

~John Keats~

"...a woman always forgets her own sorrow when someone she loves is grieving"

~Paul Laurence Dunbar~