September 19
2004
- A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love... Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love. ~ Leonard Cohen
2005
- There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream. ~ Frances Farmer (born 19 September 1913)
- proposed by Kalki
2006
- His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy. ~ William Golding (born 19 September 1911)
- proposed by InvisibleSun
2007
- I think everybody who has a brain should get involved in politics. Working within. Not criticizing it from the outside. Become an active participant, no matter how feeble you think the effort is. ~ Cass Elliot (born 19 September 1941)
2008
- Basically I'm an optimist. Intellectually I can see man's balance is about fifty-fifty, and his chances of blowing himself up are about one to one. I can't see this any way but intellectually. I'm just emotionally unable to believe that he will do this. This means that I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist, I suppose. ~ William Golding
- proposed by InvisibleSun
2009
- The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of the unfathomed center. Like that ark,
Which in its sacred hold uplifted high,
O'er the drowned hills, the human family,
And stock reserved of every living kind,
So, in the compass of the single mind,
The seeds and pregnant forms in essence lie,
That make all worlds.
~ Hartley Coleridge ~- proposed by Zarbon
2010
Suggestions
When Gianne Verscae died it was a real chance for the modelling community to speak out about their pain. When Naomi Campbell was asked how she was effected by the murder she responded "It's been a very horrible thing...for ME. (Sandra Bernhard)- 5 —The preceding unsigned comment was added by 66.167.242.65 (talk • contribs) 05:07, 14 September 2005 (UTC)
- 1 Kalki 22:46, 18 September 2005 (UTC) No clear correlation with the date, and not a great quote: Bernhard might be deliberately taking a statement out of context and mis-emphasizing it for her comedy routine, as a great thing for HER.
- 1 Zarbon 23:10, 24 April 2008 (UTC)
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I think the unique thing about music and graphic art is as opposed to, say, acting and directing, that if you are good you can always create a place for yourself. ~ Cass Elliot (date of birth)
- 3 Kalki 22:46, 18 September 2005 (UTC)
- 2 InvisibleSun 05:55, 15 September 2006 (UTC)
- 2. You might be the only one in that place! David | Talk 09:53, 15 September 2006 (UTC)
- 1 Zarbon 23:10, 24 April 2008 (UTC)
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On this hapless earth
There's small sincerity of mirth,
And laughter oft is but an art
To drown the outcry of the heart. ~ Hartley Coleridge
- 3 Zarbon 04:56, 9 June 2008 (UTC)
- 3 InvisibleSun 22:02, 18 September 2008 (UTC)
- 3 Kalki 23:41, 18 September 2008 (UTC)
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Life is a hot day, perhaps death is a cool night. Life is a shallow bay, perhaps death is a clear, deep sea. ~ Mika Waltari
- 3 Zarbon 04:56, 9 June 2008 (UTC)
- 3 InvisibleSun 22:02, 18 September 2008 (UTC)
- 3 Kalki 23:41, 18 September 2008 (UTC)
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Fifteen men on the dead man's chest —
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
~Robert Louis Stevenson, in honor of International Talk Like a Pirate Day (September 19th)
- Lyle 19:10, 18 September 2009 (UTC) Stevenson's page has this quote in bold, but I can't find that it has ever been used.
- 2 Kalki 21:12, 18 September 2009 (UTC)
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One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated.
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
That man is more than half of nature's treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;
And now the streams may sing for other's pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their eternity.
~ Hartley Coleridge ~
- 3 Kalki 21:12, 18 September 2009 (UTC) with a strong lean toward 4.
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Hard I strove
To put away my immortality,
Till my collected spirits swell'd my heart
Almost to bursting; but the strife is past.
It is a fearful thing to be a god,
And, like a god, endure a mortal's pain;
To be a show for earth and wondering heaven
To gaze and shudder at! But I will live,
That Jove may know there is a deathless soul
Who ne'er will be his subject. Yes, 'tis past.
The stedfast Fates confess my absolute will, —
Their own co-equal.
~ Hartley Coleridge ~
- 4 Kalki 21:12, 18 September 2009 (UTC) but only slightly preferred to the suggestion by Zarbon beginning "The soul of man is larger than the sky" or the one directly above this.