#old

The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at last I took her to bed with silk and song, 'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long; I must prepare my body for passion.' 'O, your body you give, but all else you ration.' 'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene: A bleeding nymph to leave me serene... I have dreams of a trembling wench.' 'You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.' 'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared; As our longing for love can never be cured. Our want is our way and our way is our will, We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.' 'If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfill... This love, our love, that no one can kill.' Yet want is my way, and my way is my will, Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill. ↗

— Roman Payne

#cold #fear #killing #love #nocturne

I cannot lead you into battle. I do not give you laws or administer justice but I can do something else - I can give my heart and my devotion to these old islands and to all the peoples of our brotherhood of nations. ↗

— Elizabeth II

#administer #battle #brotherhood #cannot #devotion

Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice. ↗

— Black Elk

#earth #feeble #grandfather #great #great spirit

But I think I have done right to save the vision in this way, even though I may die sooner because I did it; for I know the meaning of the vision is wise and beautiful and good; and you can see that I am only a pitiful old man after all. ↗

— Black Elk

#am #beautiful #because #did #die

I was four years old then, and I think it must have been the next summer that I first heard the voices. ↗

— Black Elk

#first #four #heard #i #i think

I think I have told you, but if I have not, you must have understood, that a man who has a vision is not able to use the power of it until after he has performed the vision on earth for the people to see. ↗

— Black Elk

#after #earth #for the people #i #i think

They told me I had been sick twelve days, lying like dead all the while, and that Whirlwind Chaser, who was Standing Bear's uncle and a medicine man, had brought me back to life. ↗

— Black Elk

#bear #been #brought #chaser #days

Children play soldier. That makes sense. But why do soldiers play children? ↗

— Karl Kraus

#makes #play #sense #soldier #soldiers

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. ↗

— Havelock Ellis

#art #fine #go #holding #holding on

If we all knew we were going to live to be 150 years old, we'd all approach our lives very differently. ↗

— Eric Bogosian

#differently #going #knew #live #lives