120820 00:16 for we the PTSD & Co-Dependent
moaning in silent sorrow the horror
--Nathaniel Hawthorne (f)
(1804-1864)
A bodily disease, which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may, after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.
“A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.”
An unhappy gentleman, resolving to wed nothing short of perfection, keeps his heart and hand till both get so old and withered that no tolerable woman will accept them.”
“Generosity is the flower of justice.”
“Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.”
“Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale.”
“Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.”
“Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.”
“The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.”
The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.
The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure—that is the choicest of all.
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.
The page of life that was spread out before me seemed dull and commonplace, only because I had not fathomed its deeper import.
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
“Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.”
We do ourselves wrong, and too meanly estimate the holiness above us, when we deem that any act or enjoyment good in itself, is not good to do religiously.?
“We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.”
120820 00:00 frag
what of fragging & rape to say nothing of the glib slick gloat & smirk indifference Fox Inc TV
of fat like slick seals slipping in and out of news stories shredding hearts?
At that you had more to begin with than I who as child and young man writhed anguished in silent wonder why?
Anguish agonized alone with no other veteran than my baby sister to confide in. Relatives lovers no incest but best friends forever veterans of the same conflict
after thousands spent on incorrect bipolar disorder
© 2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved
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