Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
Wears the hours away!
Languidly the Autumn wind
Stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing
Binding up their sheaves:
And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
"The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past."
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Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is read more
Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.
O, to bring back the great Homeric time,
The simple manners and the deed sublime:
When the read more
O, to bring back the great Homeric time,
The simple manners and the deed sublime:
When the wise Wanderer, often foiled by Fate,
Through the long furrow drave the ploughshare straight.
Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.
Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.
