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Oh his name was Chou Lung-Tzu He had ten thousand men He marched them up To the top of a hill, And none came down again.
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the little hedgerow birds, That peck along the road, regard him not. He travels on, and in his face, his step, His gait, is one expression: every limb, His look and bending figure, all bespeak A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought.
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I wasn't going to add any more to this post, but then we got talking about 4 wheel drive vehicles and I always thought that a really clever advertisement tag line would be:
"The number of the beast is 4-by-4!!!"
Imagine that uttered by one of those deep-voiced manly announcers as the huge-tired vehicle goes pounding over the top of some muddy hill, knocking down saplings and spewing flames from the pipes.
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I wasn't punishing her for crying, I was crying for her. I was transferring her pain to myself so that she could be comforted.
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Life is life's greatest gift. Guard the life of another creature as you would your own because it is your own. On life's scale of values, the smallest is no less precious to the creature who owns it than the largest ... Lloyd Biggle Jr. (1923- ) The World Menders?
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He is a good man - a good man in a bad tim, as all good men have been in all past times. Rabbi Gershon Murder in Grub Street Bruce Alexander
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"I cannot come to terms with our mortality. I simply cannot. It is all one vast obscurity, one vast hopelessness." Jacob Keter, 'The Book of Lights' by Chaim Potok.
"Where there are no people, you be a person" 'The Book of Lights' - Chaim Potok.
"Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own" Player King, 'Hamlet' - Shakespeare.
"They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more." Pozzo, 'Waiting for Godot' - Samuel Beckett.
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Hmm, I'm not going to give a quote here, because the first one that came to mind would have been sacrilegious to use for the somewhat mundane purpose of suggesting that we should start a new Good Lines topic rather than permit this to go to a third page.
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pity this busy monster, manunkind not. progress is a comfortable disease-- your victim (death and life safely beyond) marvels at the bigness of his littleness. lenses extend unwish through curving where-when until unwish returns on its unself. a world of made is not a world of born-- pity poor flesh, poor stars and stones but never this fine specimen of hypermagical ultraomnipotence. we scientists know a hopeless case if-- hey, there's a hell of a good world next door; let's go
quote:"You go into Afghanistan, you got guys who slap women around for five years because they didn't wear a veil. You know, guys like that ain't got no manhood left anyway. So it's a hell of a lot of fun to shoot them."
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One of my favorite lines is from the short story, "Come Back To The Killing Ground, Alice, My Love".
The monklike protaganist shoots an arrow blindfolded at a passing bird. He manages to only extract a single feather from the bird but doens't kill it or disturb it's flight. Another character asks him if he meant to hit the bird or the feather.
He says: To eat the bird is not to digest its flight.
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He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife
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I told him that if he told me the truth I would let him live, so he told the truth, and I killed him. It was very satisfying.
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I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents. Some you can see, misshapen and horrible, with huge heads or tiny bodies; some are born with no arms, no legs, some with three arms, some with tails or mouths in odd places. They are accidents and no one's fault, as used to be thought. Once they were considered the visible punishment for concealed sins.
And just as there are physical monsters, can there not be mental or psychic monsters born? The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul? Steinbeck
'ChelleAnn
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