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    A Favorite of 5 users

    I can think of nothing more horrible than war, and nothing more wonderful than peace.

    A few days ago by Linda_Beth  ID#:607457
  • 2

    A Favorite of 2 users

    He always said that he'd be home when this whole thing was over
    He'd be flyin in to Houston
    or comin in to Dover.

    Posted by Linda_Beth  ID#:606478
  • 3

    A Favorite of 1 user

    Better to die for a won battle, than live a lost war.

    Posted by Vasili  ID#:600382
  • 4

    A Favorite of 5 users

    Mercy

    Is a sign of weakness.



    Love

    Is a sign of weakness.



    Pity

    Is a sign of weakness.



    Believing you are weak

    Is a sign of weakness.

    Posted by Anonymous  ID#:600381
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    A Favorite of 1 user

    "How Fine, How Fresh the Roses

    Were..."



    Somewhere, at some time, long, long ago I read a poem. I

    forgot it soon, but the first line remained in my memory:



    "How Fine, How Fresh the Roses Were..."



    It is winter now: frost has powdered the window panes;

    in the dark room a single candle burns. I am sitting, cowering

    in the corner, and all the time there rings and rings in my head;



    "How Fine, How Fresh the Roses Were..."



    And I see myself before the low window of a suburban

    Russian house. The summer evening is quietly fading and

    melting away into the night; in the warm air there is a scent of

    mignonette and lime; and at the window, leaning on her

    straightened arm and bending her head on her shoulder, a girl

    is sitting, silently and fixedly gazing at the sky, as if awaiting

    the appearance of the first stars. How simply inspired are the

    thoughtful eyes, how untouchingly innocent the parted,

    enquiring lips, how evenly her breast, still undeveloped, is

    breathing, still untroubled; how pure and tender the contour

    of her youthful face. I dare not begin to speak with her, but

    how dear she is to me, how my heart is beating-



    "How Fine, How Fresh the Roses Were..."



    But the room gets darker and darker. The burning candle

    splutters; fleeting shadows flicker over the low ceiling; the

    frost is angrily creaking behind the wall, and I dream of a dull,

    old man's whisper:



    "How Fine, How Fresh the Roses Were..."



    Other images rise before me. I hear the gay noise of country

    family life. Two little fairheads, leaning one against the

    other, are looking cheekily at me with bright little eyes;

    crimson cheeks are trembling with suppressed laughter; hands

    have been affectionately interlocked; in interuption [of each

    other] young kindly voices sound, and, somewhat further

    off, in the depths of the cosy room, other hands, also young,

    with nimble fingers are running over the keys of a piano, past

    its prime, and the Lanner waltz cannot drown the grumbling of

    the patriarchal samovar:



    "How Fine, How Fresh the Roses Were..."



    The candle fails and dies away. Who is it coughing there so

    hoarsely and dully? Curling himself into a round bundle,

    the old dog, my sole companion, presses himself against my

    feet and shivers. I feel chilly... And they have all died...

    died...



    "How Fine, How Fresh the Roses Were..."

    Posted by Vasili  ID#:600380
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    A Favorite of 1 user

    Our rage is powerful.

    Our love is mighty.

    Our desire to survive is awesome.

    Our quest for freedom is noble, and great.

    Posted by Vasili  ID#:600379
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    “All Abraham's sons were taught that God would progressively reveal Himself. God's wholeness has yet to be realized. There will always be gaps in our understanding. Why should we fill those gaps with suspicion, bigotry and accusations? Men do it to women; Jews do it to Christians; Christians do it to Muslims. Yet, all these have an implied duty to Abraham."

    Song of Songs the book for daughters pg 54

    Posted by ZoeGreenfeld  ID#:597566
  • 8

    A Favorite of 4 users

    In every and all battles, one either kills or is killed. However, very often even he who kills happens to be killed. And WAR is the name of this goddamned s**t that seems not to have an end!

    Posted by Malfatti  ID#:596998
  • 9

    A Favorite of 3 users

    It is not enough that we learn to unmake war.

    We must learn to remake peace.

    Posted by Mimi Lenox  ID#:596901
  • 10

    A Favorite of 1 user

    “Since opposed principles, or ideologies, are irreconcilable, wars fought over principle will be wars of mutual annihilation. But wars fought for simple greed will be far less destructive, because the aggressor will be careful not to destroy what he is fighting to capture. Reasonable - that is, human - men will always be capable of compromise, but men who have dehumanized themselves by becoming the blind worshipers of an idea or an ideal are fanatics whose devotion to abstractions makes them the enemies of life.”

    Posted by forgetmenotsremindmeofyou  ID#:596638
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