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Letting Go
throat,
And they are choking me with nothing but pure resentment.
Oh if only I would have known such torment I could have saved this old heart from.
If only I would have listened to what all the others had said,
Long before all this mass destruction was done.
But, I am a fool of all fools,
And I deserve only what I get,
And staring out across what is now The Ruins,
I know this I shall never forget.
I took a chance,
Then I watched it all come tumbling down,
Shattering into a million pieces of what might have been,
Upon the ground.
poem by Jessica Lynn Hepner
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Letting Go
throat,
And they are choking me with nothing but pure resentment.
Oh if only I would have known such torment I could have saved this old heart from.
If only I would have listened to what all the others had said,
Long before all this mass destruction was done.
But, I am a fool of all fools,
And I deserve only what I get,
And staring out across what is now The Ruins,
I know this I shall never forget.
I took a chance,
Then I watched it all come tumbling down,
Shattering into a million pieces of what might have been,
Upon the ground.
poem by Jessica Lynn Hepner
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My Last Breath
I believe,
The time has come for me to move on.
My breath shall no longer blow,
My heart shall no longer beat strong.
This physical body I shall leave behind,
But, my Soul will be set free.
There will be no more pain no more sadness,
Nothing left in which to hurt me.
Sadly I must leave behind what has always meant the most,
Only because I know I am not what they need.
They deserve to be happy not watch me suffer,
Their much better off, indeed.
So as I prepare for my long journey Home,
I finally begin to feel some peace of mind.
Soon all this will be behind me,
And eternal peace I too shall find
poem by Jessica Lynn Hepner
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We fatuously hoped that we might pluck from the human tragedy itself a consciousness of a common destiny which should bring its own healing, that we might extract from life’s very misfortunes a power of cooperation which should be effective against them.
quote by Jane Addams
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We need to unite and make Russia the last aggressor. So that only peace reigns after the defeat of its invasion of Ukraine. We, people, have different cultures, different views, different national flags. But we equally want security for ourselves, our children and grandchildren. And our lives are equally burned to ashes if, God forbid, war comes. Everyone in the world must do everything possible to ensure that wars leave only shadows on the stones of history and that this can only be
seen in museums. Everyone in the world must respect other nations. Everyone in the world must recognize state borders. Everyone in the world must defend justice. Everyone in the world must care about life. Everyone in the world must take peace as their duty.
quote by Volodymyr Zelenskyy
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We are all born with a mission, a purpose, that only we can fulfill. When you live with a joyful sense of purpose, when you infuse your life with a greater purpose beyond your individual self, every aspect of your karma can become a brilliant facet of your mission. You can transform sorrow and adversity of any sort into joy, stability, health, and prosperity. By changing poison into medicine and accomplishing your inner revolution, you can use every experience of karma to encourage others who suffer from the same problems that you overcame. You can become an ambassador of hope, an essential and radiant treasure of humanity, in which you recognize that all who have
ever lived are members of your extended family. As you continue to spread light in this way, actively doing good in the world, that energy will come back to you in abundant positivity. When you refuse to perpetuate any bad that has been done to you, you can free yourself from the chains of negativity.
quote by Tina Turner
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I'd like to be remembered as someone who kept the comic novel going for another generation or so. I fear the comic novel is in retreat. A joke is by definition politically incorrect — it assumes a butt, and a certain superiority in the teller. The culture won't put up with that for much longer.
quote by Martin Amis
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Why do men chase women? To get theirs rib back...
aphorism by Viorel Vintila
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The silver-fanged boar [Mistreţul cu colţi de argint]
A prince from the East who loved hunting with passion
through woods vast and gloomy was toiling ahead.
He crossed the green thickets in recklessly fashion
And playing a bone flute he merrily said:
- Come, folks, let's go hunting in forests forbidden
the silver-fanged boar, who is savage and sly,
and daily he changes, in hollow-trees hidden,
his hoof and his fur and his glittering eye...
- O, master, the servants with bugles were calling,
that fierce ugly boar to come here never dares.
Let's chase some big antlers, it's equal enthralling,
or red colored foxes, or small fearful hares...
The prince smiled undaunted neglecting the riot
and passed through the trees admiring their dyes,
but left in their shelter the deer frail and quiet
as well as the lynx, with its small glowing eyes.
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poem by Ştefan Augustin Doinaş, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Song to my mother [Cântec pentru mama]
You were so miserable, my dear mother,
In winter, summer, on the grass, through slime,
When cold was bitter or when heat was coming
I saw you walking barefoot all the time.
You never worn a vestment looking nicely,
You only had a jacket made of hide,
But even that I know for sure that only
At festivals you put on without pride!
You were like this as far as I remember
And went on foot along the dusty road.
You didn't travel in the cart for fearing
That bullocks would then toil with too much load.
I'm sorry that your life did not last longer
And you were hasty to return to clay,
What shoes I'd bring you now, my dearest mother,
And what a lovely coat you'd wear today!
poem by Virgil Carianopol, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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