Quotations About / On: HUNTING

  • 31.
    “Sometimes I forget this insoluble mess and dream: he’ll save me, we’ll travel; we’ll hunt in the deserts, we’ll sleep on the pavements of strange cities, carelessly, without his guilt, without my pain. Or else I’m going to wake up and all the human laws and customs of this world will have changed—thanks to some magical power—or this world, without changing, will let me feel desire and be happy and carefree.

    What did I want from him who hurt me more than I thought it was possible for two people to hurt each other? I wanted the adventures found in kids’ books. He couldn’t give me these because he wasn’t able to. Whatever did he want from me? I never understood. He told me he was just average: average regrets, average hopes. What do I care about all that average shit that has nothing to do with adventure?”
    ( In Memoriam to Identity)
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  • 32.
    “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
    Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
    Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
    I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
    (― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets)
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  • 33.
    “Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
    its only because in my dream Im a lost child
    hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands....”
    (Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets)
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  • 34.
    sometime love kisses us which shatters the heart that cant rest its take a longer year to be alright once your heart is free out of danger realizing and free from what trouble you the fool is the one whom poser promise and lead of betrayal and when you let go all that behind you
    you let go everything that hunt you through the faker of promise and through that hopeless a wait without even an action and wake away without seeing behind you but learn from it caused you let go the best things in life the real love that was once purest within you that no longer yours and you left and walk away without looking back that marking memory through vision caused you have limit of feting the hurt and reality that has shatter your heart you let go and walk away caused false promise never meet the upcoming married but betrayal feelings with torn both souls and heart high hopes shatter sometime one door meant to be closing and sometime that door meant for learning it worth of opening the next door loyal people will never be around much if they been rejected plenty of time and taken advantaged of its persona
    (learning the high hope that shatter promises and overcome)
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  • 35.
    Spolia of Life
    - A few years back when I was living in the old neighborhood, early in the morning, I was walking my dog. We use to walk where the old railroad passed through the town. In the grass we noticed a red cat. It didn't flee away from us. I petted him and he followed us to my home. I thought I would give him some food so I ran into my house to get some meat. When I come out he was across the street, near a neighbor's house looking up the closed window to a bird cage. He jumped on the windowsill and startled poor little finches and canaries. I grabbed him and served him fresh meat on the other side of the street. He smelled the food and quickly went back to the birds. He was an alley cat, use to prowling and hunting birds. Served meal was of no interest to him. I told you this story because you remind me of that ginger cat. You would rather prowl your pray and risk staying hungry then take something spread at your feet. I didn't know that then. If I did I wouldn't have gave you my all. 
    (Vanesa Varga, Spolia of Life)
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  • 36.
    It was far in the sameness of the wood;
    I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
    Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
    (Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Demiurge's Laugh.")
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  • 37.
    Moonlight Rendezvous
    The moon light's the nocturnal path
    for beloveds' to dance
    vampires to hunt
    moths to caress the crowns
    of blooming moon flowers
    and for restful beauty sleeps
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  • 38.
    Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
    Live registered upon our brazen tombs,
    And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
    When spite of cormorant devouring Time,
    Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy
    That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge,
    And make us heirs of all eternity.
    (William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. The King, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 1, sc. 1, l. 1-7. The King of Navarre's lofty idea of gaining eternal fame through the "breath" or breathing-space of three years of hermit- like study.)
  • 39.
    I am the itinerant priest who sits at meager feasts.
    Suffering congregants, forlorn over their starfish and soup,
    ask about dreams, confess to anguish, ask what should be done.
    Here at my confessional I can only plead mercy upon the boys
    who have jumped from bridges, hung themselves, cut, sliced their
    compulsive hands, exploded hearts, leaping dears eyes ablaze in
    thrall of antlers, trembling flanks strong to fly decrying the
    violent hunt which always ends in a death bequeathing these
    chopped bits to me and to others like me who remain at table,
    plates before, to stare at what is to be later scattered, sown,
    these pieces in and for Love-without-name still a stain upon
    confused local deities and their wild-eyed supplicants.

    But there is no stain upon the promiscuous sea.
    (from 'Nightingale Confesses Into Straighter Teeth For The Seven Falling Ones')
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  • 40.
    The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
    Is lust in action; and, till action, lust
    Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
    Savage, extreme, rude, cruel not to trust;
    Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
    Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
    Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
    On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
    Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
    Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
    A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe,
    Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
    All this the world well knows, yet none knows well
    To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
    (William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The expense of spirit in a waste of shame (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.)
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