The Official Thread of Wisdom

I love this thread. So much. Thank you for creating this. CV could use some wisdom ^.^

"When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us"

@YoungJustice said:

"When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us"

Aww I do love this one.

@Blood1991: Always ^.^

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This is one of my favourite quotes it's from a poem called The Smile:

There Is A Smile Of Love

And There Is A Smile Of Deceit

And There Is A Smile Of Smiles

In Which These Two Smiles Meet

-William Blake

Kansas.

@Blood1991 said:

@Raiiyn: That reminds me of a line from The Secret Life of Bee's “Did you know there are thirty-two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages?" August said. "And we just have this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word.” How we have on expression or phrase to describe something that can be so vastly different from one another. I can love person or I can love a book, but the meanings are completely different.

There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time. - Jane Austen

There are soo many different ways to love. Ohhh, this is so my new favourite thread.

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. —Susan Erz

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.' - Mary Anne Radmacher

Poem XIV

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.

You are more than this white head that I hold tightly

as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.

Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?

Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.

The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.

Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.

The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.

The wind. The wind.

I can contend only against the power of men.

The storm whirls dark leaves

and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.

You will answer me to the last cry.

Cling to me as though you were frightened.

Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,

and even your breasts smell of it.

While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies

I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,

my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.

So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,

and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.

A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.

I go so far as to think that you own the universe.

I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,

dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want

to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

--Pablo Neruda

@Blood1991:

Your entire post is worthy of quoting. Good for you.

The bridge is collapsing,

im lossing my grip,

I can't hold on anymore,

I'm just getting sick,

Sick of your face,

Sick of your voice,

Sick of all these people who think they know,

No one can really understand,

I'm so sick,

Im sick of you,

I try not to look at your face,

it's haunting me,

I'm Sick of the ways,

The ways things were ment to be,

Sick of holding all the feelings inside,

I'm so sick of being happy for people,

When they don't even care,

Im just sick of you,

And one day,

Your going to need me,

just like i needed you,

But im going to ditch you,

Just like you ditched me,

Im so sick,

so sick of you,

Erica Buenrostro

This one is well-known and a favourite.

@Samimista: Thanks m'love<3

i adore this poem. One of my teachers, Mrs. McLaughlin taught me this poem and I've had it memorized ever since. Way leads on to way and time stands still for no man.

Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than any we leave behind. - C.S. Lewis

@Samimista said:

@Raiiyn: Your welcome dearie.

“Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” - Steve Jobs

Ohh I love this one ^.^

@Blood1991: It's a classic =)

The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. - Socrates

And of course...

"We dont stop playing because we grow old,we grow old because we stop playing. "

"Progress is impossible without change,and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything."

George Bernard Shaw

"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new"

"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits"

"Imagination is more important than knowledge"

"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination"

"If people are good only because they fear punishment,and hope for reward,then we are a sorry lot indeed".

"Peace cannot be kept by force;it can only be kept by understanding"

Albert Einstein.

@mrdecepticonleader said:

"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new"

"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits"

"Imagination is more important than knowledge"

"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination"

"If people are good only because they fear punishment,and hope for reward,then we are a sorry lot indeed".

"Peace cannot be kept by force;it can only be kept by understanding"

Albert Einstein.

These two I have written in a little piece of paper I keep stuffed into my wallet. Incredible words.

@lykopis said:

@mrdecepticonleader said:

"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new"

"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits"

"Imagination is more important than knowledge"

"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination"

"If people are good only because they fear punishment,and hope for reward,then we are a sorry lot indeed".

"Peace cannot be kept by force;it can only be kept by understanding"

Albert Einstein.

These two I have written in a little piece of paper I keep stuffed into my wallet. Incredible words.

Yes they are.

 
Perchance he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another. As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness. There was a contention as far as a suit (in which both piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were mingled), which of the religious orders should ring to prayers first in the morning; and it was determined, that they should ring first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignity of this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours by rising early, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his, whose indeed it is. The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth; and though it intermit again, yet from that minute that that occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God. Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world?

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee. Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbours. Truly it were an excusable covetousness if we did, for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by and made fit for God by that affliction. If a man carry treasure in bullion, or in a wedge of gold, and have none coined into current money, his treasure will not defray him as he travels. Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it. Another man may be sick too, and sick to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a mine, and be of no use to him; but this bell, that tells me of his affliction, digs out and applies that gold to me: if by this consideration of another's danger I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself, by making my recourse to my God, who is our only security. 
 
- Meditation XVII, John Donne