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May 9, 2007

A Story of Gentleness and Heart

A Story of Gentleness and Heart. Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal —————- Mothers Day Flowers - Send Flowers Today ————— by Naomi Shihab Nye After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: “If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.” Well — one pauses these [...]

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October 14, 2006

T.S. Elliot Poetry Quote

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. - T.S. Elliot September 26, [...]

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January 22, 2005

Long Inspirational Quote

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair. I have [...]

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January 19, 2005

Quotes by Anne Frank

I shall not remain insignificant, I shall work in the world for mankind… I don’t want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living, even after my death! - Anne Frank

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December 31, 2004

Inspirational Poetry

I think continually of those who were truly great. Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history Through the corridors of light where the hours are suns, Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition Was that their lips, still touched with fire, Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song, And who hoarded from spring branches The desires [...]

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