Being Sweet On


being sweet on - 4 thesaurus results

Main Entry: admire
Definition: hold in high regard
(...)
Main Entry: adore
Definition: love intensely
(...)
Main Entry: dote on/dote upon
Definition: lavish affection on
(..)
Main Entry: like
Definition: enjoy, be fond of




"Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love."
(Charles Maurice de Talleyrand)


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Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart
I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,
And lie disheveled in the grass apart,
A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain,
While rainy evening drips to misty night,
And misty night to cloudy morning clears,
And clouds disperse across the gathering light,
And birds grow noisy, and the sun appears
Had I bethought me then, sweet love, sweet thorn,
How sharp an anguish even at the best,
When all's requited and the future sworn,
The happy Hour can leave within the breast,
I had not so come running at the call
Of one who loves me little, if at all.


Edna St. Vincent Millay



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History




his·to·ry 
–noun
1.the branch of knowledge dealing with past events.
2.a continuous, systematic narrative of past events as relating to a particular people, country, period, person, etc., usually written as a chronological account; chronicle
3.the aggregate of past events.
4.the record of past events and times, esp. in connection with the human race.
5.a past notable for its important, unusual, or interesting events
6.acts, ideas, or events that will or can shape the course of the future; immediate but significant happenings
7.a systematic account of any set of natural phenomena without particular reference to time
8.a drama representing historical events


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"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."
(Buddha)







History Of The Night
(*translated to English)

Throughout the course of the generations
men constructed the night.
At first she was blindness;
thorns raking bare feet,
fear of wolves.
We shall never know who forged the word
for the interval of shadow
dividing the two twilights;
we shall never know in what age it came to mean
the starry hours.
Others created the myth.
They made her the mother of the unruffled Fates
that spin our destiny,
they sacrificed black ewes to her, and the cock
who crows his own death.
The Chaldeans assigned to her twelve houses;
to Zeno, infinite words.
She took shape from Latin hexameters
and the terror of Pascal.
Luis de Leon saw in her the homeland
of his stricken soul.
Now we feel her to be inexhaustible
like an ancient wine
and no one can gaze on her without vertigo
and time has charged her with eternity.

And to think that she wouldn't exist
except for those fragile instruments, the eyes.

Jorge Luis Borges




Heartbreak




heart·break
n. Overwhelming sorrow, grief, or disappointment.

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"For the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak."
(Casey Kasum)




Heart! We will forget him!
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Heart! We will forget him!
You and I—tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave—
I will forget the light!

When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I remember him!

Emily Dickinson





Survival



sur·viv·al   
–noun
1.the act or fact of surviving, esp. under adverse or unusual circumstances.
2.a person or thing that survives or endures, esp. an ancient custom, observance, belief, or the like.
3.Anthropology. (no longer in technical use) the persistence of a cultural trait, practice, or the like long after it has lost its original meaning or usefulness.

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"You must change in order to survive."
(Pearl Bailey)












Sonnet For The End Of A Sequence

So take my vows and scatter them to sea;
Who swears the sweetest is no more than human.
And say no kinder words than these of me:
"Ever she longed for peace, but was a woman!
And thus they are, whose silly female dust
Needs little enough to clutter it and bind it,
Who meet a slanted gaze, and ever must
Go build themselves a soul to dwell behind it."

For now I am my own again, my friend!
This scar but points the whiteness of my breast;
This frenzy, like its betters, spins an end,
And now I am my own. And that is best.
Therefore, I am immeasurably grateful
To you, for proving shallow, false, and hateful.

Dorothy Parker


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Pierrot







Pierrot is a stock character of pantomime and Commedia dell’Arte whose origins are in the late seventeenth-century Italian troupe of players performing in Paris and known as the Comédie-Italienne. His character in postmodern popular culture—in poetry, fiction, the visual arts, as well as works for the stage, screen, and concert hall—is that of the sad clown, pining for love of Columbine, who usually breaks his heart and leaves him for Harlequin. (...) The defining characteristic of Pierrot is his naïveté: he is seen as a fool, always the butt of pranks, yet nonetheless trusting. Especially after his appropriation by the late nineteenth-century Symbolist poets, he is also portrayed as almost tragically moonstruck, distant from and oblivious to reality.


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"I am not a sad clown. I am not a sad clown."
(Nathan Lane)







Clown In The Moon

My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.


Dylan Thomas





Prerogative


pre·rog·a·tive   
–noun
1.an exclusive right, privilege, etc., exercised by virtue of rank, office, or the like
2.a right, privilege, etc., limited to a specific person or to persons of a particular category
3.a power, immunity, or the like restricted to a sovereign government or its representative


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"A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave."
(Mohandas Gandhi)






Cut



What a thrill ----
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge

Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.
Little pilgrim,
The Indian's axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
Carpet rolls

Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.

Whose side are they one?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill

The thin
Papery feeling.
Saboteur,
Kamikaze man ----

The stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux Klan
Babushka
Darkens and tarnishes and when
The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence

How you jump ----
Trepanned veteran,
Dirty girl,
Thumb stump.


Sylvia Plath



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Comfort


com·fort
n.
A condition or feeling of pleasurable ease, well-being, and contentment.

Solace in time of grief or fear.

Help; assistance: gave comfort to the enemy.

One that brings or provides comfort.

The capacity to give physical ease and well-being: enjoying the comfort of my favorite chair.


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"There`s no comfort in the truth,
pain is all you`ll find."
(George Michael)




Waking at 3 a.m.

Even in the cave of the night when you
wake and are free and lonely,
neglected by others, discarded, loved only
by what doesn't matter--even in that
big room no one can see,
you push with your eyes till forever
comes in its twisted figure eight
and lies down in your head.

You think water in the river;
you think slower than the tide in
the grain of the wood; you become
a secret storehouse that saves the country,
so open and foolish and empty.

You look over all that the darkness
ripples across. More than has ever
been found comforts you. You open your
eyes in a vault that unlocks as fast
and as far as your thought can run.
A great snug wall goes around everything,
has always been there, will always
remain. It is a good world to be
lost in. It comforts you. It is
all right. And you sleep.


William Stafford