A gentle heart is wrapped with silken threads, let your eyes and mind dance in each moment to untie each one of those silken beautiful threads.
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If God chooses a person as a model of humbleness, He bestows upon him many blessings. A slice of bread, a glass of milk is not opulence but divine providence. Whenever that person goes, His favor will follow him.
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Agar Tum log samajhtay ho Kay ham palu say zaida baray dalay, kanjar aur bay gairat hain to phir Tum log bilkul theek samajhtay ho,you are bigger yaks as compare to me.
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Every angel is terrifying. And yet, alas, I invoke you, one of the soul's lethal raptors, well aware of your nature. As in the days of Tobias, when one of you, obscuring his radiance, stood at the simple threshold, appearing ordinary rather than appalling while the curious youth peered through the window. ('Rilke's Second Elegy' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Who, if I objected, would hear me among the angelic orders?
For if the least One pressed me intimately against its breast,
I would be lost in its infinite Immensity!
Because beauty, which we mortals can barely endure, is the beginning of terror;
we stand awed when it benignly declines to annihilate us.
Every Angel is terrifying!
('Rilke’s First Elegy' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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I live outside your gates,
exposed to the rain, exposed to the sun;
sometimes I’ll cradle my right ear
in my right palm;
then when I speak my voice sounds strange,
alien ...
('Das Lied des Bettlers' or 'The Beggar’s Song' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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How can I withhold my soul so that it doesn’t touch yours?
How can I lift mine gently to higher things, alone?
Oh, I would gladly find something lost in the dark
in that inert space that fails to resonate until you vibrate.
There everything that moves us, draws us together like a bow
enticing two taut strings to sing together with a simultaneous voice.
Whose instrument are we becoming together?
Whose, the hands that excite us?
(Rainer Maria Rilke, translation Michael R. Burch)
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His weary vision’s so overwhelmed by iron bars,
his exhausted eyes see only blank Oblivion.
His world is not our world. It has no stars.
No light. Ten thousand bars. Nothing beyond.
('Der Panther' or 'The Panther' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Come, you—the last one I acknowledge; return—
incurable pain searing this physical mesh.
As I burned in the spirit once, so now I burn
with you; meanwhile, you consume my flesh.
('Komm, Du' or 'Come, You' by Rainer Maria Rilke,
loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes’ forfeited visions. But still
the figure’s trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will
emanates dynamism...
('Archaic Torso of Apollo' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Lord, it is time. Let the immense summer go.
Lay your long shadows over the sundials
and over the meadows, let the free winds blow.
('Herbsttag' or 'Autumn Day' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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If we wish to reach the sun itself, we should know how to milk the beams of sunlight.
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'If the children should cry for milk then, what should be of th young who neither have it nor lunch'
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I really don’t care who’s gay, or if they prefer white milk over chocolate milk.
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the bitter people will pile on in numbers when you're down, they're unskilled, their vultures, your fail is their victory feast, they dont pull themselves up, they'll wait until you're down, then they will milk it, try to surround yourself with 2 or 3 who will pull you up, if all around you are bitter you will never get up, it's better to walk alone than crawl as the ego feed of the scavenger, their victory is your fail, they have no other means of victory and will always seek to pull you down
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I would rather be happy and alone
than to be miserable at an unsatisfactory home that all passion and love is gone. Expired like an old carton of milk of 10 years. Sour, and spoiled.
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On sadder days, I cry milk.
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Don't let the milk of human kindness dry up,keep it on tap in your heart.
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if you really need milk then you cant milk a cow at a distance however animosity it is
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Please don't throw your milk carton around the room.
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I view you holding an ivory softened silk linen from your chin.
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I have worked with these people long enough to know the best basket in which to carry liquid milk if I expect it to reach my home.
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