a whore's oath

he’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath.

when we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

william shakespeare king lear

wanderers of the dark

Things that love night
Love not such nights as these. The wrathful skies
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,
And make them keep their caves. Since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. Man’s nature cannot carry
Th’ affliction nor the fear.

william shakespeare king lear: act III, scene 2

fools by heavenly compulsion

this is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune—often the surfeits of our own behavior—we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforc’d obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star! my father compounded with my mother under the Dragon’s tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, i am rough and lecherous. fut, i should have been that i am, had the maidenl’est star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

william shakespeare king lear: act I, scene 2

beautiful in my eyes

you're my piece of mind
in this crazy world
you're everything i've tried to find
your love is a pearl

you're my Mona Lisa
you're my rainbow skies
my only prayer is that you'll realize
you'll always be beautiful in my eyes

the world will turn
and the seasons will change
and all the lessons we will learn
will be beautiful and strange

we will have our fill of tears
and our share of sighs
my only is prayer is that you'll realize
you'll always be beautiful in my eyes

there are lines upon my face
from a lifetime of smiles
and when the time comes to embrace
for one long last while
we can laugh about
how time really flies
we won't say goodbye
cause true love never dies
you'll always be beautiful in my eyes...

joshua kadison painted desert serenade

empty achievements; meaningless pleasures

john 12:32 -- and I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all to myself.

Lord Jesus Christ, there is so much to draw us back: empty achievements, meaningless pleasures, unworthy concerns. there is so much to scare us back: a pride that is too cowardly to let itself be helped, a cowardly timidity that shirks to its own ruin, an anxiety of sin that shuns the purity of holiness as illness shuns the remedy. but you are still the strongest --so draw us, and even more strongly, to yourself. we call you our Savior and Redeemer, and you came to earth in order to free us from the chains in which we were bound or in which we had bound ourselves and in order to rescue the redeemed. this was your task, which you have completed and which you will complete until the end of time, for just as you yourself have said it, so will you do it: lifted up from the earth, you will draw all to yourself.

anti-climacus practice in christianity

les excréments de vie

is all i am a rake, a debauché, a libertine, a roué, a wastrel?

perhaps sometmie you’ll deny it,]
but how yuo defy it remains unseen,
love is a msytery, and a four-litre word.

years adn years and stil unhaerd>

vladimir and estragon trois excréments

alone and aching in the wilderness

where shall the weary rest?
when shall the lonely of heart come home?
what doors are open for the wanderer?...

immortal love, alone and aching in the wilderness, we cried to you:
you were not absent from our loneliness.

thomas wolfe of time and the river: volume I

the remote, demented wind

the remote, demented wind was howling in the barren trees, as he had heard it do so many times in his childhood, and far off, far-faint and broken by the wind, he heard the wailing cry of a great train, bringing to him again its wild and secret promises of flight and darkness, new lands, and a shining city. and there was something wild and dark and sweet in him that he could never quite utter. the strange and bitter miracle of life had filled him and he could not speak, and all he knew was that he was leaving home forever, that the world, the future of dark time, and of man's destiny lay before him, and that he would never live in his mother's house again.

thomas wolfe of time and the river: volume I