Inspirational moods

“When you love someone, you let them go thinking that if they love you, they’ll come back. What you fail to see is that they may not come back thinking that you don’t love them for the very reason you let them go.”

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I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you;
but I dare not, for fear you should laugh.
That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.
I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.
I long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you;
but I dare not, being afraid that you would not believe them.
That is why I disguise them in untruth, saying the contrary of what I mean.
I make my pain appear absurd, afraid that you should do so.
I long to use the most precious words I have for you;
but I dare not, fearing I should not be paid with like value.
That is why I gave you hard names and boast of my callous strength.
I hurt you, for fear you should never know any pain.
I long to sit silent by you; but I dare not lest my heart come
out at my lips.
That is why I prattle and chatter lightly and hide my heart
behind words.
I rudely handle my pain, for fear you should do so.
I long to go away from your side;
but I dare not, for fear my cowardice should become known to you.
That is why I hold my head high and carelessly come into your presence.
Constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh for ever.

Rabindranath Tagore

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Posted on: May 6, 2011

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
        Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,
        But has trouble enough of it’s own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
        Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
        But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
        Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
        But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
        Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
        But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
        Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
        But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
        For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
        Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox




There are … two kinds of people: those who are changing and those who are setting themselves up to be victims of change. As the world continues to march on around us, if I am only maintaining the status quo–if I’m not growing–then I’m falling behind.


Jim Clemmer

Our secret

Posted on: May 1, 2011

I won’t be telling people about you.
I won’t tell them whether you were just
an acquaintance of mine, or a dear friend;
nor what kind, nor whether at all
in our dreams and longings
these days left a trace.

I won’t tell them whether out of loneliness,
thirst, tiredness, nor whether ever
any of us loved the other;
nor whether our heart
over us
or over others
sometimes ached.

I won’t tell them about the harmony
that often joined our eyes
into a yearning constellation;
nor whether I or you were willing
for it to happen –
or it was all the same to us.

I won’t tell them whether life
or fear of death
brought our hands together;
nor whether we preferred
the sound of laughter to
murmur of tears.

I won’t even sound a single syllable,
what could’ve, nor whether something could’ve
entangled and united
our souls throughout the entire century;
nor whether this that came about
is a poison or cure
for what used to be.

I won’t tell a soul about
the song that’s, because of you,
eternally playing inside me:
whether it heartily intoxicates
like our forests in the Spring;
or, quiet and sad
it’s eloquently silent within me.
Oh, I won’t tell a soul
whether a merry or a hurting
song is playing inside me.

I’d prefer her and me to
leave unspoken
to the place where with the same light
dawn and night and day shine;
where both happiness and excruciating pain
are equally warm;
where both man and his dream
are made of the same eternal tissue.

D.  Maksimovic

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“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.”

Mark Twain

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