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Oriah Mountain DreamerOD

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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Oriah Mountain Dreamer is the author of the inspirational prose-poem and international best-selling books, The Invitation (now translated into over fifteen languages), The Dance and The Call: Discovering Why You Are Here . Her writing explores how to follow the thread of our deepest heart\'s longing into a life of meaning and purpose. Her latest book, What We Ache For: Creativity and the Unfolding of Your Soul, (Harper San Francisco, April 2005) offers reflections on and practical guidelines for finding and cultivating creative work that is not separated from your spirituality, your direct experience of that which is both what you are and larger than yourself, or your sexuality, the fire and sensuality of life lived in the physical world. Oriah has shared her insights and stories with audiences throughout the world at conferences and retreats and through radio and TV appearances (CBC, TVO, Oprah, NPR, PBS, Wisdom Network.) Blending ruthless honesty, humour, insight and compassion for...

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Isaac Asimov

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Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...

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Ovidiu Tarau

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There's no rain...the raindrops are God's tears for mankind forgot how to love with all the heart...

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Manuel AcuñaMA

Manuel Acuña

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Manuel Acuña Narro (27 August 1849 – 6 December 1873) was a 19th-century Mexican writer. He focused on poetry, but also wrote some novels and plays. Even though he was famous at an early time of his life, he decided to commit suicide. It is not certain why he killed himself, but it is thought that he did so because of a woman. Acuña was born in the city of Saltillo, Coahuila, on August 27, 1849 to Francisco Acuña and Refugio Narro. He was taught how to write and read at an early age. Later he studied in the “Colegio Josefino”, in Saltillo. Around 1865 he was transferred to Mexico City to the School of San Ildefonso, where he entered as a full time student. Here he studied mathematics, Latin, French and philosophy. Acuña lived at a time at which Mexican society was dominated by philosophical-positivist intellectuality. Furthermore he was living as a romantic tendency in poetry was occurring. In January 1868, Acuña initiated his studies in medicine at the...

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Bucseneanu RaduBR

Bucseneanu Radu

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We are how we choose to be! ..nimic nu e concret si totu-i relativ !¿!

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Stefan CiobanasuSC

Stefan Ciobanasu

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Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream

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Dan Moldoveanu

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'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski

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Gloria SteinemGS

Gloria Steinem

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Gloria Marie Steinem (born March 25, 1934) is an American feminist icon, journalist, and social and political activist. Rising to national prominence as a feminist leader in 1969, Steinem was a founder of New York magazine in the 1960s and broke ground in 1963 with an investigative report of how the women of Playboy were treated. In the 1970s she became a leading political leader and one of the most important heads of the second-wave feminism, the women's rights movement of the 1960s and 1970s. In 1971, Steinem, along with other feminist leaders (including Betty Friedan, Fannie Lou Hamer, Myrlie Evers, and U.S. Representatives Shirley Chisholm and Bella Abzug) founded the National Women's Political Caucus. An influential co-convener of the Caucus, she delivered her memorable "Address to the Women of America." The next year Steinem became the founding editor and publisher of Ms. magazine, which brought feminist issues to the forefront and became the movement's most influential...

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Maxim GorkiMG

Maxim Gorki

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[[en]] * Born: 16 March 1868 * Birthplace: Nizhny Novgorod (now Gorky), Russia * Death: June 1936 * Best Known As: Russian writer known for his socialist realism Name at birth: Aleksey Maksimovich Peshkov Maxim Gorky (also spelled Maksim Gorki) is one of the giants of 20th century Russian literature and theater, known for his realistic depictions of how terrible it is to be poor and oppressed. Gorky himself grew up in rough times and was a lifelong spokesperson for the underclass. His political activism led to several years of exile, in spite of his popularity with Russian readers. By 1900 Gorky was a famous literary figure, thanks in part to help from Anton Chekhov. His short stories and his first novel, Foma Gordeyev (1902) gave him notoriety as well as critical success, but his outspoken opposition to the rule of Nicholas II led to his exile to the island of Capri (1907-13). After the 1917 revolution Gorky's criticism of his friend V. I. Lenin and the Bolsheviks led to another...

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paulo coelho

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Paulo Coelho was born in 1947 into a middle-class family, the son of Pedro, an engineer, and Lygia, a housewife. At seven, he entered the Jesuit school of San Ignacio in Rio de Janeiro. Paulo came to detest the obligatory nature of religious practice. However, although he hated praying and going to mass, there were compensations. In the school\'s austere corridors, Paulo discovered his true vocation: to be a writer. He won his first literary prize in a school poetry competition, and his sister, Sonia, recounts how she won an essay prize by entering something that Paulo had discarded in the wastepaper bin. \"Paulo Coelho is not only one of the most widely read, but also one the most influential authors writing today,\" wrote the Bambi awards in Germany. \"His books have had a life-enhancing impact on millions of people\" wrote The Times in UK. To date a sum of 280 translations in 59 languages have been published with sales totalling almost 56 million copies in 150 countries. For 15...

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Sinucigasul

de Nikolai Erdman

Young man, do you think -- or I should say what do you think -- please don\'t interrupt me, just listen -- imagine that tomorrow at twelve noon you are going to take a revolver in your hand -- please...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book IX

de John Milton

Book IX No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us\'d, To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast; permitting him the while Venial discourse...

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Terapia Cohen

de Elena Marcu

„Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free.” (Bird on the wire – Songs from a room) Concertul lui Cohen, din 21 septembrie, a fost dincolo de...

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By the sides of the same bridge

de Andrei Dumitrescu

By the sides of the same bridge colapsing Our hearts coliding, wearing the same stich fighting eachother to death playing with suicide, Taking on fate tonight as if it is our last dance on the chasm...

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My little rat

de Andrei Dumitrescu

Inside the arms of Seth lies a little rat, dressed from head to toes in his twisted woes, He listens to my song ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, He dances on my pain, the lamest of the lame, He\'s...

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Death of a ladies man

de Leonard Cohen

Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread \"I never even knew how much I wanted you,\" she said. His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete. \"O baby, I have come too...

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WALKING IN LIGHT

de Floriana Pachia

I first halted on the riverbank staring before and behind at the myriad signs sprung like grass blades along the walks of life I left behind a harbor a sunny seashore and people up and about renting...

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Light As The Breeze

de Leonard Cohen

She stands before you naked you can see it, you can taste it, and she comes to you light as the breeze. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it, it don\'t matter how you worship as long as you\'re...

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Grave stone

de Elif

I passed beyond Death one more time, I passed through the light, Another day that goes by, I have defeated Death once more... But I still haven\'t found you!!! I know my destiny, in its misery, I...

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My Butterfly

de Robert Frost

Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead: Save only me (Nor is it sad to thee!) Save only me There is none left to mourn...

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