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See, see, King Richard doth himself appear, as doth the blushing discontented sun from out the fiery portal of the east.
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Setting aside his high blood's royalty, And let him be no kinsman to my liege, I do defy him and I spit at him, Call him a slanderous coward and a villain; Which to maintain, I would allow him odds And meet him, were I tied to run afoot Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Or any other ground inhabitable Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.
Set we forward; let a Roman and a British ensign wave friendly together. So through Lud's town march, and in the temple of the great Jupiter our peace we'll ratify, seal it with feasts. Set on there! Never was a war did cease, ere bloody hands were washed, with such a peace.
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Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe; whose strength I will confirm with oath, which I doubt not You'll give me leave to spare when you shall find You need it not. Cymbeline (Iachimo at II, iv)
She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep As is the difference betwixt day and night The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team Begins his golden progress in the east.
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My heart was broken so badly last time that it still hurts. Isn't that crazy? To still have a broken heart almost two years after a love story ends?
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Both the five-year-olds looked at me with bewilderment and a bit of fearful uncertainty. I had a sudden horrifying image of the woman I might become if I'm not careful: Crazy Aunt Liz. The divorcee in the muumuu with the dyed orange hair who doesn't eat dairy but smokes menthols, who's always just coming back from her astrology cruise or breaking up with her aroma-therapist boyfriend, who reads the Tarot cards of kindergarteners and says things like, Bring Aunty Liz another wine cooler, baby, and I'll let you wear my mood ring...
Capacity | Heart | Little | Love | Mortal | Taste | Thought | Thought |
A true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.
Control | Ego | Heart | Light | Little | Purpose | Purpose | Soul |
I'd learned enough from life's experiences to understand that destiny's interventions can sometimes be read as invitation for us to address and even surmount our biggest fears. It doesn't take a great genius to recognize that when you are pushed by circumstance to do the one thing you have always most specifically loathed and feared, this can be, at the very least, an interesting growth opportunity.
Attention | Change | Control | Death | Ego | God | Heart | Important | Life | Life | Light | Little | Love | Marriage | Mind | People | Purpose | Purpose | Reason | Relationship | Right | Soul | Space | Time | Universe | Will | God | Afraid | Think | Understand |
Cease participation, if only for one day this year --- if only to make sure that we don't lose forever the rare and vanishing human talent of appreciating ease.
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Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning and the noontide night: Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honor for an inward toil; And for unfelt imaginations They often feel a world of restless cares; So that between their titles and low name There's nothing differs but the outward fame. Richard III, Act i, Scene 4
Elizabeth Browning, fully Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Life, struck sharp on death, makes awful lightning. His last word was, 'Love–' 'Love, my child, love, love!'–(then he had done with grief) 'Love, my child.' Ere I answered he was gone, and none was left to love in all the world.
We all seem to get this idea that, in order to be sacred, we have to make some massive, drastic change of character that we have to renounce our individuality. To know God, you only need to renounce one thing - your sense of division from God