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“Marcela: Hízome el cielo, según vosotros decís, hermosa, y de tal manera, que, sin ser poderosos a otra cosa, a que me améis os mueve mi hermosura, y por el amor que me mostráis, decís, y aun queréis, que esté yo obligada a amaros. Yo conozco, con el natural entendimiento que Dios me ha dado, que todo lo hermosos es amable; mas no alcanzo que, por razón de ser amado, esté obligado lo que es amado por hermoso a amar a quien le ama.”
Source: Don Quijote de la Mancha I
“Marcelian Piaffus adored the heirloom's macabre biography, she could tell. Strangely enough, he had a disregard for its severity despite his beliefs, especially in the hands of a child, and even though Estefania had always been aware that darkness could latch itself onto objects, having grown up among unspeakable atrocities, she decided her daughter had too much grit to decline into madness.”
Source: Within Paravent Walls
“MARCELLUS: But look, Agathon, what strange dark light is glowing amongst the clouds. You would think a sea of flame is blazing behind the clouds. A divine fire! And the sky is like a blue bell. It's as if one can hear it tolling in deep, solemn tones. You might even suspect that up there above us, in unattainable heights, something is taking place of which we shall never know. But at times we can sense it, when that vast silence has settled over the earth. And yet! All this is very confusing. The gods have to pose insoluble riddles for us humans. And the earth does not rescue us from the cunning of the gods; for it too is full of things that confound the senses. Both things and humans confuse me. True enough! Things are very taciturn! And the human soul won't yield up its riddles. You ask and it keeps silent.
AGATHON: Let's live and not ask questions. Life is full of beauty.”
Source: Gedichte und Prosa
“Marcelo tiene una sonrisa que es como el mar; enorme, genera tranquilidad y da ganas de quedarse allí para siempre.”
Source: LadyKiller
“March 1. DEAR BABY: I like the way you turn in half circles on the mattress, like a senile clock.”
Source: Orange World and Other Stories
“March 15, 1998
Let me forget
when the hanged man
looks in the window.
Outside, the desperate
speak in a lost language.
Let us in, they sigh,
with the tongues of waterfalls.
But you, out of breath,
category of the misplaced;
serial-killer of my days;
while my left ventricle
pumps the exact pressure
of the universe . . .
in spite of your default,
with no substantial reason,
I speak for you
as though you are still here.
We are arranged like that.
A sad mistake, a Mendelbrot,
a fractal glitch, a gift from zero.”
Source: In the Next Galaxy
“March 16th, Mike Tyson [vs.] Razor Ruddock, Razor Ruddock dies. If he doesn't die, it doesn't count. If he's not dead, it doesn't count.”
“March 1774 by declaring the port of Boston closed until the East India Company had been compensated for its losses. This was the first of the so-called Coercive Acts—a series of laws passed in 1774 in which the British attempted to assert their authority over the colonies but instead succeeded only in enraging the colonists further and ultimately prompted the outbreak of the Revolutionary War in 1775. It is tempting to wonder whether a government less influenced by the interests of the company might have simply shrugged off the tea parties or come to some compromise with the colonists.”
“March 1898
What a strange dream I had last night! I wandered in the warm streets of a port, in the low quarter of some Barcelona or Marseille. The streets were noisome, with their freshly-heaped piles of ordure outside the doors, in the blue shadows of their high roofs. They all led down towards the sea. The gold-spangled sea, seeming as if it had been polished by the sun, could be seen at the end of each thoroughfare, bristling with yard-arms and luminous masts. The implacable blue of the sky shone brilliantly overhead as I wandered through the long, cool and sombre corridors in the emptiness of a deserted district: a quarter which might almost have been dead, abruptly abandoned by seamen and foreigners. I was alone, subjected to the stares of prostitutes seated at their windows or in the doorways, whose eyes seemed to ransack my very soul.
They did not speak to me. Leaning on the sides of tall bay-windows or huddled in doorways, they were silent. Their breasts and arms were bare, bizarrely made up in pink, their eyebrows were darkened, they wore their hair in corkscrew-curls, decorated with paper flowers and metal birds. And they were all exactly alike!
They might have been huge marionettes, or tall mannequin dolls left behind in panic - for I divined that some plague, some frightful epidemic brought from the Orient by sailors, had swept through the town and emptied it of its inhabitants. I was alone with these simulacra of love, abandoned by the men on the doorsteps of the brothels.
I had already been wandering for hours without being able to find a way out of that miserable quarter, obsessed by the fixed and varnished eyes of all those automata, when I was seized by the sudden thought that all these girls were dead, plague-stricken and putrefied by cholera where they stood, in the solitude, beneath their carmine plaster masks... and my entrails were liquefied by cold. In spite of that harrowing chill, I was drawn closer to a motionless girl. I saw that she was indeed wearing a mask... and the girl in the next doorway was also masked... and all of them were horribly alike under their identical crude colouring...
I was alone with the masks, with the masked corpses, worse than the masks... when, all of a sudden, I perceived that beneath the false faces of plaster and cardboard, the eyes of these dead women were alive.
Their vitreous eyes were looking at me...
I woke up with a cry, for in that moment I had recognised all the women. They all had the eyes of Kranile and Willie, of Willie the mime and Kranile the dancer. Every one of the dead women had Kranile's left eye and Willie's right eye... so that every one of them appeared to be squinting.
Am I to be haunted by masks now?”
Source: Monsieur de Phocas
“March 20th. It is done. He was guillotined this morning. He made a good end, very good. It gave me infinite pleasure. How sweet it is to see a man's head cut off! The blood spurted out like a wave, like a wave. Oh, if I could, I would have liked to have bathed in it! What intoxicating ecstasy to crouch below it, to receive it in my hair and on my face, and rise up all crimson, all crimson! Ah, if people knew!”
Source: 88 More Stories
“March 21st is the “Day of Days”
“March 22, 2014
I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I thought I could run from this woman, but she continues to chase me. In my mind, my heart, she’s always there. An entire bottle of whiskey can’t drown out her voice. I wake up each morning hoping it will finally be the day that I get over her. But then night falls and memories of her begin to torture me until sleep is no longer an option. Each night I fall into this abyss of nothingness, feeling only the emptiness of not having her beside me.
I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I slept with another woman, all the while wishing it was her and I still went through with it.
What a fool I was. I still long to feel the satisfaction I was supposed to have felt that night. I still long to feel the freedom I’d hoped to gain from seeking refuge in the arms of another woman. But I’ll never be free of her. It will take an eternity to break out of these shackles.
For one month, ONE month I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants and yet for two years I haven’t even so much as looked at another woman. I’ve remained completely faithful to a memory. Devoted to her smile.
Committed to her ever-changing green eyes. I have read through the past entries in this journal and I noticed that I have never used her name. As if inking it would somehow solidify the feelings I think I’ve always felt.
I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I do love her.
Love is this painful.”
“March 28, 2012
The dreams won’t subside. I don’t just have them at night anymore but during the day as well. Erotic flashes of her lips, her breasts, her thighs.
My imagination does not rest. I yearn to know what she feels like, what she tastes like. My dreams make me long for more.
This woman is a virus. Every cell in my body has been infected by her. I try to remain civil, normal when I’m in her presence but she’ll lick her lips or play with the top of her collar and suddenly memories of my dreams will come flooding back.
This woman is a virus that has dominated every part of my being. She attacks my lungs, squeezing the breath out of me until I’m hopelessly gasping for air.
This isn’t a want. This isn’t a need. This is an ache. I ache with wanting. I ache with need. I ache until the pain finally leaves me feeling numb. I long for that numbness. It’s the only time I feel like…I don’t feel.
I try to run away, to keep my distance but this woman is a virus. She’s in my blood. Her smile stops my feet from moving. The only time she allows me to breathe freely is when I inhale her perfume. I feel myself losing control.
These dreams, this ache is slowly driving me insane.
This woman is a virus and she’s eating me alive.”
“March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence”
“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.”
Source: L. M. MONTGOMERY – Premium Collection: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry & Autobiography (Including Anne Shirley Novels, Chronicles of Avonlea & The Story Girl Series): Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island, Anne's House of Dreams, Rainbow Valley, The Golden Road, Kilmeny of the Orchard, The Watchman, Songs of the Sea & many more
“march
.. ..
CHOPPED SALAD
CABERNET-BRAISED SHORT RIBS WITH MIXED HERB GREMOLATA
GORGONZOLA POLENTA
LEMONY GREEN BEANS
MIXED BERRY TART”
Source: Table for Seven
“March felt the same sly, taunting, knowing spark leap out of his eyes, as he turned his head aside, and fall into her soul”
“March is a month of considerable frustration - it is so near spring and yet across a great deal of the country the weather is still so violent and changeable that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away.”
“March is a month without mercy for rabid basketball fans. There is no such thing as a 'gentleman gambler' when the Big Dance rolls around. All sheep will be fleeced, all fools will be punished severely... There are no Rules when the deal goes down in the final weeks of March. Even your good friends will turn into monsters.”
“March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.”
“March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire.”
“March is the month God created to show people who don't drink what a hangover is like.”
Source: Wobegon Boy
“March is the month of expectation,
The things we do not know,
The Persons of Prognostication
Are coming now.
We try to sham becoming firmness,
But pompous joy
Betrays us, as his first betrothal
Betrays a boy.”
Source: The Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime
“March isn't the only thing that's in like a lion and out like a lamb.”
“March Madnesss...the only place where you hear 'Kansas is advancing.'”
“March of Human (Trisonnet 2556-2558)
When the world feels cold and hollow,
and the clouds won't let you breathe,
awake, arise, and walk the marrow,
you are fire fated to be free.
Every heartbeat, an anthem of love,
every syllable breaks a chain -
you're the thunder you ought to follow,
rise untamed, and history's rearranged.
Every silence holds a scripture,
every wound is a sacred drum -
every time you defy despair,
you teach midnight how to hum.
When the Human speaks, mountains wake,
tired hearts of earth unbreak -
turn the world from ash to flame,
help the broken speak their name.
When the Pilgrim speaks, borders fall,
the migrant soul becomes the all -
in the quake of your cosmic call,
empires misplace their mighty gall.
Write like time's a fragile toy,
like galaxies sit in your palm -
roar with justice, rain with joy,
awaken chaos into calm!
From deserts to the deltas,
from river to the sky,
be the ink of revolution,
that refuses to comply.
Grab history by the collar,
take hate and make it dust -
when you near, tyrants stutter;
lift the planet from the jungle gutter.
When the Heart speaks, the Earth rewrites,
buried stories are restored with rights -
paint the future with your bare hands,
teach the fire how to stand.
When the Human walks, the soil revives,
forgotten streets all come to life -
with every step, with every beat,
Awake, Arise, and Breathe Complete!”
Source: Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot
“March on, the Lord is our General.”
Source: Vivekananda, World Teacher: His Teachings on the Spiritual Unity of Humankind
“March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.”
“March out of the common line; make bold steps ahead and dance to the tune of a sweeter, better and nicer tone of your own music. March out of the tiny box!”
Source: Daily Drive 365
“March to the beat of your own drum”
“Marches alone won't bring integration when human respect is disintegratin”
“Marches work, rallies work, civil disobedience works, direct action works, voting works, writing letters works, speaking to churches and schools works, rioting works.”
“Marching and quick-marching are much easier to God's warriors than standing still.”
Source: Morning and Evening, Based on the English Standard Version
“Marching diverts man's thoughts. Marching kills thoughts. Marching makes an end of individuality. Marching is the indispensable magic stroke performed in order to accustom people to a mechanical, quasi-ritualistic activity until it becomes second nature.”
“Marching onward, marching onward
Marching to that lovely tune
Marching onward, marching onward
Happy as a bird in June
Sliding onward, sliding onward
Listen to that rag
Hop and skip now do that slow, oh
Do that slow drag
Dance slowly, prance slowly
Now you hear that pretty rag
Dance slowly, prance slowly
Now you do the real slow drag
Waltz slowly, waltz slowly
Listen to the ragtime
Hop and skip
Now do the slow, oh, do the slow drag”
“Marching thus at night, a battalion is doubly impressive. The silent monster is full of restrained power; resolute in its onward sweep, impervious to danger, it looks a menacing engine of destruction, steady to its goal, and certain of its mission.”
Source: The Amateur Army
“Marching with over a million women in support of our reproductive rights was one of the most empowering things I have done, both as a woman and as a Member of Congress.”
“Marci Geller was a revelation! She's wonderful!”
“Marcia Lucas was a knock-out" remembers John Milius. "We all wondered how little George got this great-looking girl. And smart, too, obsessed with films. And she was a better editor than he was.”
Source: Skywalking: The Life And Films of George Lucas
“Marcia Lucas was a
knock-outt" remembers John Milius. "We all wondered how little George
got this great-looking girl. And smart, too, obsessed with films. And she
was a better editor than he was.”
Source: Skaywalking: The Life and Films of George Lucas 1990 Edition
“Marcia though of her growing-up years as a prelude. A prelude to what -- real life? Personal contentment? Joy and abandon? No more nightmares?”
Source: The Whale Surfaces: Prequel to Escaping The Whale
“Marcia was incredibly organized, obsessively neat ... I mean she folded her underwear like origami.”
Source: Further Adventures of Carlotta Carlyle: Three Mystery Stories
“Marcia Wilson was a good example of Omega’s core strategy for creating a New World Order. It involved placing their people, or moles, in positions of power within the CIA, the NSA, the Pentagon, the White House and global organizations like the UN, the IMF and the World Bank. This enabled Omega to pull some of the strings of these organizations and to direct American, and world politics, to an extent.”
Source: The Ninth Orphan
“Marcie: I know you’re still wounded. Danny, you have to let it go. That is what this mind game is all about, discovering who we are.
Humans lie to themselves all the time. There should be no disgrace in being human, that is what I believe.”
Source: The Mind Game Company: The Players
“Marcion, in his two brilliant books, explained how the God of the Jews was not the God of whom Jesus spoke. He provided many examples that show that the Jewish god is only a jealous tribal deity. The Old Testament contains some genuine wisdom. However, it is very clear that the Hebrew prophets and rabbis gradually destroyed all trace of the Divine Feminine and worshiped the Demiurge. The same applies to the other main patriarchal religions: Islam and Christianity.”
Source: Alien Parasites: 40 Gnostic Truths to Defeat the Archon Invasion!
“Marco [Rubio] has more of an allegiance to Chuck Schumer and to the liberals than he does to conservative policy.”
“Marco [Rubio] has opposed at every point increased security - border security for those who come to our country.”
“Marco [Rubio] is a gifted politician. He is incredibly gifted. And he needs to be able to do his job. He's going to be a great candidate [for presidency], for sure. But I think - he's a United States senator. He ought to show up.”
“Marco [Rubio] made reference earlier to the litigation against Trump University. It's fraud case. I want you think about if this man is the nominee, having the Republican nominee on the stand in court being cross examined about whether he committed fraud. You don't think the mainstream media will go crazy on that?”
“Marco [Rubio] now is attached to that establishment. I don't see his future, not in this particular cycle.”