This weeks featured Inspirational quotations:
Inspiration may be a form of
super-consciousness, or perhaps of subconsciousness - I wouldn't know. But I
am sure it is the antithesis of self-consciousness.
Aaron Copland Quote on
Inspiration
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in
your years.
Abraham Lincoln Quote on
Inspiration
Success is a welcomed gift for the uninhibited mind.
Adlin Sinclair Quote on
Inspiration
The tears of faithfulness to your beliefs cleanse your spirit to envision
the road ahead. Everything is possible for the person who believes.
Adlin Sinclair Quote on
Inspiration
There can be no hope when there lacks interest for better. There can be no
trust when there lacks confirmation of truth. There can be no faith when
there lacks complete confidence of purpose.
Adlin Sinclair Quote on
Inspiration
To move ahead you need to believe in yourself...have conviction in your
beliefs and the confidence to execute those beliefs.
Adlin Sinclair Quote on
Inspiration
Without faith, hope and trust, there is no promise for the future, and
without a promising future, life has no direction, no meaning and no
justification.
Adlin Sinclair Quote on
Inspiration
You are the embodiment of the information you choose to accept and act upon.
To change your circumstances you need to change your thinking and subsequent
actions.
Adlin Sinclair Quote on
Inspiration
Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character.
Albert Einstein Quote on
Inspiration
Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
Alexander Pushkin Quote on
Inspiration
Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation.
Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.
Amy Tan Quote on Inspiration
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only
plan, but also believe.
Anatole France Quote on
Inspiration
Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of
the shore.
Andre Gide Quote on
Inspiration
In life you need either inspiration or desperation.
Anthony Robbins Quote on
Inspiration
Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold
it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's
true strength.
Author Unknown Quote on
Inspiration
It is difficult to inspire others to accomplish what you haven't been
willing to try
Author Unknown Quote on
Inspiration
"Laugh often,
Dream big,
Reach for the stars!"
Author Unknown Quote on
Inspiration
Man can live about forty days without food, about three days without water,
about eight minutes without air, but only for one second without hope
Author Unknown Quote on
Inspiration
Remember today, for it is the beginning of always. Today marks the start of
a brave new future filled with all your dreams can hold. Think truly to the
future and make those dreams come true.
Author Unknown Quote on
Inspiration
Time goes by so fast, people go in and out of your life. You must never miss
the opportunity to tell these people how much they mean to you.
Author Unknown Quote on
Inspiration
You won't realize the distance you've walked until you take a look around
and realize how far you've been. Author Unknown Quote on Inspiration
Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.
Benjamin Spock Quote on
Inspiration
Enthusiasm is excitement with inspiration, motivation, and a pinch of
creativity.
Bo Bennett Quote on
Inspiration
I will tell you what I have learned myself. For me, a long five or six mile
walk helps. And one must go alone and every day.
Brenda Ueland Quote on
Inspiration
This weeks featured Inspirational
poems:
If By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
The Man from Iron Bark by
Andrew Barton Paterson
It was the man from Ironbark
who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
"Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark."
The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a "tote", whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, "Here's a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark."
There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall.
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink his dexter eyelid shut,
"I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut."
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
"I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark."
A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat;
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark -
No doubt it fairly took him in - the man from Ironbark.
He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe:
"You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go!
I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark."
He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark.
A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said "'Twas all in fun'
Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone."
"A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark."
And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough,
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough."
And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See by Oscar Wilde
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each spring impassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.
With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerveless germ to man, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill
One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some fresh blossoming wood
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good
Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedal fashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritor, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.
And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!.
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!
Daffodils by William
Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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