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(2014-11-02 21:31:39)
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Everybody knows that the arts are selfish. The Nightingale and the Rose

 

At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. The Happy Prince

 

Every good story-teller nowadays starts with the end, and then goes on to the beginning, and concludes with the middle.    

 “The fact is, that I told him a story with a moral.” “Ah! That is always a very dangerous thing to do.”  The Devoted Friend

 

True love suffers, and is silent.

BAD and GRAND sound very much the same, indeed they often are the same.

I hate people who talk about themselves, as you do, when one wants to talk about oneself, as I do.

I have always been of opinion that hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing whatever to do.                The Remarkable Rocket

 

The secrets of art are best learned in secret, and Beauty, like Wisdom, loves the lonely whisper.

The Young King

 

Yet ruled he not long, so great had been his suffering, and so bitter the fire of his testing, for after the space of three years he died. And he who came after him ruled evilly. 反高潮! The Star-Child

                                      

Kahlil Gibran

The Coming of the Ship

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

 

On Love

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

 

On Marriage

Love one another but make not a bond of love;

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

And stand together, yet not too near together. 这不就是《致橡树》吗?

 

On Eating and Drinking

When you kill a beast say to him in your heart,

“By the same power that slays you, I to am slain; and I too shall be consumed.” 敬畏

 

On Work

Work is love made visible.

 

On Joy and Sorrow

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

They (joy and sorrow) are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

 

On Houses

Your house is your larger body.

 

On Crime and Punishment

The guilty is oftentimes the victim of the injured,

And still more often the condemned is the burden-bearer for the guiltless and unblamed.

                              
On Reason and Passion

And since you are a breath in God’s sphere, and a leaf in God’s forest, you too should rest in reason and move in passion.

 

On Friendship

Your friend is your needs answered.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

 

On talking

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;

And when you an no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.

 

On Good and Evil

For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?

 

On Beauty

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear thought you shut your ears.

 

The Farewell

The hunter was also the hunted.

The flier was also the creeper.

The believer was also the doubter.

 

SAND AND FOAM

You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea.

 

One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.

 

Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.

 

Seven times have I despised my soul:

The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy.

The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.

 

A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.

 

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness. 美绝的句子

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A great singer is he who sings our silences.

 

A madman is not less a musician than you or myself; only the instrument on which he plays is a little out of tune.

 

Every man loves two women; the one is the creation of his imagination, and the other is not yet born.

 

A great man has two hearts: one bleeds and the other forbears.

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