Do you carry every sadness with youEvery hour your heart was brokenEvery night the fear and darknessLay down with you
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Then there is this.
"This fall I think you're riding for--it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environement couldn't suppply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started."--J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
My cousin sends me a lot of emails with little sayings and prayers and some terrible chain letters. But there was a line in one the other day:
Life is a coin, you can spend it anyway you wish, but you can only spend it once.
We talk about spending our lives all the time, but I never thought of it in that way before. How am I spending the coin of my life?
And finally, a little Bobby Burns. Is it just me, or are all his poems really songs?:
Coming Thro' The Rye
O Jenny's a' weet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry:
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin thro' the rye!
Comin thro' the rye, poor body,
Comin thro' the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin thro' the rye!
Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need the warld ken?
Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the grain,
Gin a body kiss a body,
The thing's a body's ain.
Translation of a sorts at http://www.worldburnsclub.com/poems/translations/coming_through_the_rye.htm
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