Latest quotes | Random quotes | Vote! | Latest comments | Add quote

Iranians are very proud and don't want to become a pariah state like North Korea.

quote by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Related quotes

You Are Very Special

God thought you were very Special,

So he brought you to Earth.

He gave you many talents

at the time of your birth.

He brought with you some angels

who would guide

and protect you

and make sure you were fine,

these angels are with you,

they are with you all the time.

You will have an interesting life

with many twists and turns,

Your life is a great adventure

with so much to learn! !

So make sure you thank the Lord

for your time here each day

when counting your blessings

as you kneel down to pray.

Just remember you are Very Special,

And blessed in every way,

by God’s Love every single day!


Copyright 2010 Suzae Chevaier

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

The standards to get in are very high. We don't want to lower those standards.

quote by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Are You Proud Of Yourself?

Go ahead.
Here's your opportunity.
You've been waiting to embarrass me publicly...
For years.
Haven't you?
Well...
You go ahead.
Make a fool of yourself!

And keep this in mind...
Dishonesty will eventually,
Come and bite you back...
When you least expect it!
So say anything about me you wish.
I could care less!

'All I was going to say is that I think,
You are a fantastic, considerate...
And a loving human being.'

NOW you want to be honest.
Truthful and sincere!
I don't get you at all!

Who put you up to this?
Who told you to say those things...
And I would show every tooth in my head!
Well...
It worked!
Are you proud of yourself?
Are you happy now?

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share
Patrick White

I Don't Want To Have My Eyes Glazed Over Nacreously

I don't want to have my eyes glazed over nacreously
if I were a grain of sand, a diamond in the rough,
living in a pearly world. Cataracts in the eye,
flowers in the sky. I don't want to live in a spiritual trance
blissed out like the first crescent of the moon
smiling down upon everything as if I weren't
attached to any particular atmosphere and all
the waters of life were frozen like tears in a jewelled locket
I kiss once in awhile in a rush of gushing devotion.

I love the mystic details of the concrete specifics of the world.
The stylus of the birds that can write with their beaks and feet
like cuneiform on the skin of an apple,
and wormholes that burrow even deeper
into the sweetness of the flesh, neolithic barrow tombs
aligned with the vernal equinox, and that soft blue talc
as if the dew had turned to powder that clings to the autumn grapes.
I like the spelling errors fate makes
on the staves of our foreheads where it writes
the picture-music of our destinies in such a way
that everything that's written there, over the course of time,
our eyes will live long enough to see.

I don't want to turn my spirit into a cosmic perfumery
and extract my essence from the ambergris of my presence.
I don't want to transform whale vomit into an alluring fragrance
that isn't naturally its own. Or suggest to certain flowers
they gargle the rain like mouthwash, or smear
the eyelids of the rose with a snailtrack of stars.
What did the Zen master say? The stone is lustrous,
but there's nothing inside. The ore is different
but from it comes gold. Why hide the bruises and scars,
sunspots like black eyes, or the pitted complexion of the moon
from the third eye of Galileo's telescope trying futilely
to show a Vatican cardinal the mutability of the firmament?
Things are rough out there, and happenstance is neither fair
nor unjust. Things pass into their return like the earth
going around the sun in a five billion year old roulette wheel,
and every asteroid might dream it could grow up to be
the cornerstone of a planet, and then come down
on the dinosaurs like an avalanche without sin
that threw the first rock at Mary Magdalene.

I don't want to disperse every breath I take and exhale
aurorally like veils, as lovely as they are, over the face of the sky
as if it had something indecent to hide like snow on a dungheap.
I don't think the dung needs to be dressed up like a festering virgin
that needs to be purified. Snowflakes on a slow methane furnace
I think the dung and the snow go the way of all flesh
though some walk, some run, some flow, some evaporate
and some are just inflammably combustible, but all
know their own way back to their roots as well as anyone.
Never known a river that needed a guru
to find its own way back to the sea, or a cloud
that was ever unhappy about the way it was shaped by the wind.

I wash my hands, and I'm bathed in the waters of Jordan.
I open my eyes, and God says fiat lux, let there be light.
I walk over to the window and look down on the morning street
and Muhammad makes that my quibla, my direction of prayer,
and under the eaves there's a mourning dove
singing the shahada like a muezzin to its young.
I put my clothes on, slowly rising to consciousness
until my thirteenth year and I'm wearing my tallit and tefillin
at my own bar mitzvah, listening for the Aliyah
to call me up and recite the Torah. I admire the stamina
of the petunias still brimming over the rims of the whiskey barrels
municipally placed between the parking meters
in a biting autumn wind, and the Buddha hands
Ananda a flower and smiles as if I could understand him.
I rescue a fly from drowning in a toilet bowl
with a piece of kleenex like something it can cling to
because I think one day that could be me
praying for a lifeboat, and Beelzebub commends me
for my lack of discrimination, and Lucifer's intrigued
while Jesus befriends me because my compassion isn't fastidious.

What's so unspiritual about mundanity as it is?
Samsara is nirvana. Delusion the door to enlightenment.
Every chore, a religious ritual, a do, a path in a participatory world.
Every farmer in the Perth Restaurant at their daily coffee clutch
a sage as wise as the rocks and stumps he's cleared
like a backhoe from his fields laid out like scripture
covered in mustard, goldenrod, vetch and purple loosestrife.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. You want to touch the soul,
it's not out there out of palpable reach, it's
the starmud between your fingers and your toes,
under your nails, the sweetmeat of your brain
in a black walnut shell, the very stuff your hands are made of.
And this is more of a mystery than looking for it anywhere else.

The black-eyed Susans, the New England asters,
the last of the wildflowers aren't just things to look at
but seers in themselves the stars consult like oracles
of what's to come, and when you look at the maple trees aflame
who needs anymore martyrs or heretics than that,
and sometimes you can even see Raphael throwing his paintings
in the Bonfire of the Vanities while Savanarola rails like the wind
against the Medici he's trying to drive out of Florence
or the Taliban trying to purge what's she's reading
out of a young girl's eyes with the formic acids
of stinging nettles and ant heaps clinging to the Koran
like a no trespassing sign at all the crossroads of life
where the Sufis whirl like galaxies into rapturous extinction
and Allah sends no more rasuls like prophets with books
and forgoes the words for the grammar of natural things
as signs of the Friend within and without
and everything's a metaphor of the tauhid and unity
of the worlds within worlds in light upon light.

Work is as much a form of worship when you see it right
as the Hindus do, as love is. So when you're feeding the cats
or putting out oats for the horses, this is the mysticism of action
beyond the contemplative, actualizing the abstract
in an act of devotion such that for every roofing nail
a carpenter drives into a rafter, a temple is built in the heart,
and hundreds of loveletters are released for free
like doves and flamingoes or sidereal swans and eagles,
Japanese plum blossoms into the sky that writes back like the moon.

And, yes, there are times when I go mad in my isolation cell
and fling my inkpot at the wall like Luther at the Devil,
and want to get out of here so badly I set my desk afire
and let it drift like a Viking funeral ship all the way to the bottom
and the next thing you know coral's trying to grow
a Gothic cathedral out of it, complete with angels and gargoyles,
virgins and saints, and grief turned fluid once more
is flowing like a river of stone back to the sky again
as all the masons and their families that laid the heritage field stones
dance around it like fish in the Great Barrier Reef
as the cardinals stand around in their bifurcated, goose-necked,
bi-valved barnacle hats astonished by what metaphors can achieve
polyp by polyp, dropp by dropp in a limestone cave, star by star
in an expanding universe, or cell by cell in the body of a human
when imagination is free to work in tandem with the random
like genetic mutations on helical stairwells of dna
sliding down the bannisters as if even evolution
were a game of spiral snakes and ladders with oxymoronic rungs
and if you're lucid and want make things clear as starmud
you have to resort to speaking in tongues.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I Don't Want To Go Into School

I don't want to go into school today; Mum,
I don't feel like school work today.
Oh, don't make me go to school today, Mum
Oh, please let me stay home and play.

But you must go to school, my cherub, my lamb,
If you don't it will be a disaster,
How would they manage without you, my sweet,
After all you are the headmaster!

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Are Very Hard To Try And Forget (Stave Stanza Sestets)

I do not like the loveliest poetry,
or any kind of music better than you
and although these things are awesome to me
they do not have the ability to be true
but from the very time that we had met,
you are very hard to try and forget.

There is something in the way you do smile
that draws me, does all my feelings beguile;
it may sound somewhat absurd or dissolute
but I find you beautiful and very cute,
more intoxicating than wine or a cigarette,
you are very hard to try and forget.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I don't want your problem

I don't want your problem 


You looking at me like I'm a threat when your man wants me and I'm not looking at him like that!

You putting things on Facebook  about me like  I'm the problem when clearly it's him whose playing mind games with you like he and I are glued on and I'm telling you the truth I never did want him, not interested in your man nor you so please leave me be!


I want you guys to be happy! and allow my name to become history, so me and mines can go forward in our space where you guys should be and stop thinking about me! ! ! ! !

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Don't Want To Live My Life Without You

Here... We are...
Going back to the start
When I thought we've come so far
And I.. I try...
Tried to make you understand
I've done everything I can

Every night I'm losing sleep
Tell me if I'm in too deep
I'm going... crazy
I don't know what I should do
To fight the risk of losing you
Baby.. Ay yi!

Don't Want to live my life
Without you
Can't go another night
Without you
Don't Want to live my life
Without your Love
Without your love
Without your love

There you go
Hiding everything you feel
Too blind to see what's real
You.. Forgot...
Everything I was to you
The sun

song performed by Soluna from For All TimeReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I Don't Want You Around Me Anymore

Writers Dolly Parton, Bill Owens
Copyright 1967
You think you're so smart you think I should throw my heart
Down at your feet every time that you walk by
But I I've got news for you cause I don't care for you
And I don't care honey if you love me or not
If you were half as smart as you think you are
The world would be a standin' at your door
But I I won't be there cause I no longer care
And I don't want you around me anymore
Because you can't have your way you tell me everyday
I should grow up stop acting like a child
But I I think it's you that's got some growing to do
And honey I think it's gonna take you quite a while
If you were half as smart...

song performed by Dolly PartonReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I Don't Want to Be Let Go

Why is the sky so blue?
Why are your eyes,
Twinkling with stars?
I've analyzed this love.
And I am surprised,
It's still a mystery.

Why does my heart feel warm?
Since you've been there,
It even skips a beat.
You have me in your hands.
And I don't want to be,
Let go again!

Why are the nights so clear?
Why do the birds come near,
To sing like they do.
Under the full moon...
Just to be near me and you.

Why is the sky so blue?
Why are your eyes,
Twinkling with stars?
I've analyzed this love.
And I am surprised,
It's still a mystery.

Why does my heart feel warm?
Since you've been there,
It even skips a beat.
You have me in your hands.
And I don't want to be,
Let go again!

You have me in your hands.
And I don't want to be,
Let go again!
No I never want to be...
Let go again.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Know That You Are Very Deep In My Heart

You know that you are very deep in my heart,
how much I adore you
while in your absence I miss you for long moments

and love brings a kind of sorrow
but continually you sneak deeper into my heart.
You know that you are very deep in my heart,

my words, my deeds and feelings are no secret
but sometimes my words get few,
while in your absence I miss you for long moments

and you are in every thought
and our comfort with each other has been present from the beginning.
You know that you are very deep in my heart,

that our love goes much further than just sympathy
that nobody can fabricate such feelings,
while in your absence I miss you for long moments.

Everything that I am and want to be you do know
and sometimes you are in every word and sentence.
You know that you are very deep in my heart,
while in your absence I miss you for long moments.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I Don't Want To B A One Night Stand

Now you ask me if I will go with you
Well I'd like to but I don't know if it's right
Are you looking for someone to care for you
Or just someone to love you tonight
Well I don't want to be a one night stand
So if that's what you got planned
Baby before we go you better let me know
I don't want to be a one night stand
It been so long since I've had some loving
And your kisses make me wish that you were mine
Now it'd be so easy for me to fall for you
And let myself have a good time
Well I don't want to be a one night stand
So if that's what you got planned
Baby before we go you better let me know
I don't want to be a one night stand
Well I don't want to be a one night stand
So if that's what you got planned
Baby before we go you better let me know
I don't want to be a one night stand
Well I don't want to be a one night stand
So if that's what you got planned
Baby before we go you better let me know
I don't want to be a one night stand

song performed by Reba McentireReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I Don't Want To Talk About It Now

God knows how I love you
Like a user needs a drug
And I'll never be free of ya
You are poison in my blood.
I tried to swim that river
And get to higher ground
I been three times under
The next one'll see me drown.
But I don't want to talk about it now
I don't want to talk about it now
I don't want to talk about it now
I wanna go down.
God knows why you don't want me
No one would do the things I do
But to my grave it's gonna haunt me
How I got down on my knees for you.
You are my obsession
And the reason that I live
You alreday got my soul
There's nothin left to give.
But I don't want to talk about it now
I don't want to talk about it now
I don't want to talk about it now
I wanna go down.
The devil is deep water baby
And I'm in way over my head
But I'd be drawn and quartered
If I could keep you in my bed.
I can't break this spell
I know the trouble that I'm in
But If I got out of the mouth of hell
I'd walk right back again.
But I don't want to talk about it now
I don't want to talk about it now
I don't want to talk about it now
I wanna go down...

song performed by Emmylou HarrisReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I Don't Want To Miss A Thing

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing

I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you

song performed by AerosmithReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Want Nobody Comin' to You Just to Freak

You don't want nobody comin' to you just to freak,
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?

You don't want nobody comin' to you just to freak,
Do ya?
Baby.

Oh-oh-oh.
Oh ooooohhh.
Are you a freakin' baby?

Oh-oh-oh.
Oh ooooohhh.
Are you a freakin' baby?

You don't want nobody comin' to you just to freak,
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?

You don't want nobody comin' to you just to freak,
Ooooobabe.

I don't blame you for splitting off your life,
And living it for you.
I don't blame you for doing what's right,
'Cause there's no one who can say...
What they'd do.
If they could fit your shoes.
And there's no one here to recommend,
Where to go to get approval.

You don't want nobody comin' to you just to freak,
Do ya?
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?

Ooooo...
You don't want nobody comin' to you just to freak,
Do ya?
Babe.
You don't want nobody comin' to you just to freak,
Do ya?
Babe.

Oh oh oh
oh oh....
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?
Sssssss,
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?
Sssssss,
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?
Sssssss,
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?
Sssssss,
Ooooobabe!

You don't want nobody comin' to you just to freak,
Ooooobabe!
Do ya?

You don't want nobody comin' to you just to freak,
Ooooobabe.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

The People We Don't Want To Know

From pay check to pay check many working class people have two jobs,
then it all dries up and there is no work and manual labourers are
called work shy…. I knew a woman with three jobs she was tired coming
home, yet boiled potatoes and fried fish for her children before falling
asleep, coughing a lot. She had tuberculosis and sent to a sanatorium,
and the children sent to foster homes. Her illness caused by unhygienic
home, people from the social services said. No one asked why a woman
should hold down three jobs to fed her children and no one said she was
a “deserving” poor whatever this word means. This inequity will go on till
we understand poverty is not a choice but a mishap of birth, few escape,
those who do will always carry the dishonour, the mark of Cain, by being
more hateful of poverty and branding the poor lazy. As the average actor
who got a role in a film that made him famed, his hate his own class, poor
himself once, reveals his fear of slipping back to poverty again; he harms
his flesh and blood in an attempt to get rid of his own stench of privation.
But the Haves can smell an imposter, but they do like money so perhaps
his daughter will make it to the The People We Don't Want To Knowball.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Don't Want to Give My Shade Away

Don't want to give my shade away.
Today it's too valuable
And it's not easy to just give it.
Like yesterday.
When some would deliver it,
WITH a nose lift!
I only hope they have some left refrigerated.
These are not those times anymore.
Pruddish snobs have pawned their offenses.
Many of them.

I remember when some gave me shade.
And now they don't have it to give away.
They once gave shade as if with them it would stay.
And only 'they' were able to give it.
But their philosophies and mine have changed.
Today I am more selective as to who gets my shade.
And if it has not been earned...
Who ever gets it has to pay!
I am not into that kind of charity.
I've been demoted by those motions.
And now I don't devote my time to those 'giveaways'.

Don't want to give my shade away.
Are you serious?
Some took away my dignity,
So I could afford this!
Today?
It is too valuable.
And it's not easy to just give it.
I've learned to be selfish.
I want to see some remorse.
At least some effect of my willingness,
To intimidate.

'My brother...
We must learn to turn the other cheek.'

I agree.
Close your eyes.
I have a surprise for you.

'Owww!
Why?
Why did you hit me? '

Excellent.
Maintain your training.
One day you will be skilled.
Wait until you graduate into the 'tongue in cheek' arena.
I bit many a tongue on that one!

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I Don't Want To Hear It Anymore (mono)

(randy newman)
In my neighbourhood
We don't live so good
The rooms are small
And the buildings made of wood
I hear the neighbours talking 'bout you and me
I guess i heard it all
'cause the talk is loud
And the walls are much too thin
He don't really love her
That's what i heard them say
He sure wasn't thinking of her today, oh no
(he wasn't thinking of her today)
I saw them in the front yard
Said the boy in room 149
He was talking to a girl i've never seen before
And standing there together, oh they looked so good
I don't want to hear it anymore
(i don't want to hear it)
I don't want to hear it anymore
(anymore)
'cause the talk just never ends
And the heartache soon begins
The talk is so loud
And the walls are much too thin
Ain't it sad, said the woman down the hall
That when a nice girl falls in love
Ain't it just too bad that she had to fall
For a boy who doesn't care for her at all?
(it's so sad)
I don't want to hear it anymore
(i don't want to hear it)
I just can't stand to hear it anymore
(anymore)
'cause the talk just never ends
And the heartache soon begins
The talk is so loud
And the walls are much too thin
I don't want to hear it anymore
(can't stand to hear it)
(don't want to hear it)
I just can't stand to hear it anymore
(don't talk about it)
(can't stand to hear it)
Oh, baby, baby
I just can't stand

song performed by Dusty SpringfieldReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

(I Don't Want To Go To) Chelsea

Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Oh no it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Everybody's got new orders
Be a nice girl and kiss the warders
Now the teacher is away
All the kids begin to play
Men come screaming, dressed in white coats
Shake you very gently by the throat
One's named Gus, one's named Alfie
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Oh no it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Oh no it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

song performed by Elvis CostelloReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Are you proud yet?

i made it many miles without you i can make it farther i know i can
you never taught me how to ride a bike but i know how
you never helped me with my homework but i got A's
you never there to give me advice but i handled it without you
im tired of trying to make you proud, im about to give up its hard to never hear you say it
when i lost my bestfriend over a stupid gun you werent there to be my rock i made it without you are you proud yet?
im strong like mom im more like here everyday im proud of that she has been my rock, when i do something little she says she is proud
i made it thur middle school without you barely there i realized mom was right im glad im not like you
started high school your still not there physically yes but mentally you could careless, are you proud i know mom is
im turning 18 and going to graduate, are you proud yet, no you told me you didnt want to see me graduate, am i ever gonna hear you say it.
maybe not but i know one thing you have taught me is not to be like you, im like mom
i got pubished in a book, are you proud no you said you could careless, how can you be so heartless.
I let go of many things youve done, said and you promised maybe that wasnt a smart idea but ill learn so are you proud yet.
honestly i keep thinking im never gonna be your perfect kid, i dont care because mom made me the women i am and made me not like you, im strong are you proud yet?
After all is said and done i know mom is proud i made it this far without you, proud yet i know i am!

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share
 

Search


Recent searches | Top searches