“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
“A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him.”
“Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.”
“Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me.”
“When one burns one’s bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.”
“I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart. Dance tunes are always right: I love you body and soul: —and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you, and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake”
“I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.”
“Poetry is not the most important thing in life… I’d much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.”
“We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t.”
“And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim’s Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, “Would you like anything to read?” A Child’s Christmas in Wales
“Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn’t do to upset one’s own vanity.”
Coaches Hot Seat Quotes of the Day – Sunday, March 17, 2019 – Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
My wish for you
“I wish you not a path devoid of clouds, nor a life on a bed of roses,
Not that you might never need regret,
nor that you should never feel pain.
No, that is not my wish for you.
My wish for you is:
That you might be brave in times of trial,
when others lay crosses upon your shoulders.
When mountains must be climbed and chasms are to be crossed,
When hope can scarce shine through.
That every gift God gave you might grow with you
and let you give your gift of joy to all who care for you.
That you may always have a friend who is worth that name,
whom you can trust and who helps you in times of sadness,
Who will defy the storms of daily life at your side.
One more wish I have for you:
That in every hour of joy and pain you may feel God close to you.
This is my wish for you and for all who care for you.
This is my hope for you now and forever.”
St. Patrick’s Day is an enchanted time – a day to begin transforming winter’s dreams into summer’s magic. ~Adrienne Cook
You’ve heard I suppose, long ago, How the snakes, in a manner most antic, He marched to the county Mayo, And trundled them into th’ Atlantic ~William Maginn
If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he lucky? ~Stanislaw J. Lec
Anyone acquainted with Ireland knows that the morning of St. Patrick’s Day consists of the night of the seventeenth of March flavored strongly with the morning of the eighteenth. ~Author Unknown
For each petal on the shamrock This brings a wish your way – Good health, good luck, and happiness For today and every day. ~Author Unknown
What do you get when you cross poison ivy with a four-leaf clover? A rash of good luck. ~Author Unknown
May your blessings outnumber The shamrocks that grow, And may trouble avoid you Wherever you go. ~Irish Blessing
Oh, Paddy, dear, an’ did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round? The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground! No more St. Patrick’s Day we’ll keep, his colour can’t be seen, For there’s a cruel law agin’ the Wearin’ o’ the green. ~Author Unknown
When law can stop the blades of grass from growin’ as they grow, An’ when the leaves in summer time their color dare not show, Then I will change the color, too, I wear in my caubeen; But till that day, plaise God, I’ll stick to the Wearin’ o’ the Green. ~Author Unknown
May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you. ~Irish Blessing
So, success attend St. Patrick’s fist, For he’s a saint so clever; Oh! he gave the snakes and toads a twist, And bothered them forever! ~Henry Bennett
Saint Patrick was a gentleman, who through strategy and stealth Drove all the snakes from Ireland, here’s a drink to his health! But not too many drinks, lest we lose ourselves and then Forget the good Saint Patrick, and see them snakes again! ~Author Unknown
Never iron a four-leaf clover, because you don’t want to press your luck. ~Author Unknown
Oh, the music in the air! An’ the joy that’s ivrywhere – Shure, the whole blue vault of heaven is wan grand triumphal arch, An’ the earth below is gay Wid its tender green th’-day, Fur the whole world is Irish on the Seventeenth o’ March! ~Thomas Augustin Daly
When Irish eyes are smiling, sure ’tis like a morn in spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter you can hear the angels sing, When Irish hearts are happy all the world seems bright and gay, And when Irish eyes are smiling, sure, they steal your heart away. ~Chauncey Olcott and George Graff, Jr. (lyrics), Ernest R. Ball (music)
He was a terror to any snake that came in his path, whether it was the cold, slimy reptile sliding along the ground or the more dangerous snake that oppresses men through false teachings. And he drove the snakes out of the minds of men, snakes of superstition and brutality and cruelty. ~Arthur Brisbane
Oh, while a man may dream awake, On gentle Irish ground, ‘Tis Paradise without the snake – That’s easy to be found. ~Frederick Langbridge
For ’tis green, green, green, where the ruined towers are gray, And it’s green, green, green, all the happy night and day; Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall, And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all. ~Mary Elizabeth Blake
O, the red rose may be fair, And the lily statelier; But my shamrock, one in three Takes the very heart of me! ~Katherine Tynan
If you’re enough lucky to be Irish, you’re lucky enough! ~Irish Saying
There’s a dear little plant that grows in our isle, ‘Twas St Patrick himself, sure, that set it; And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It thrives through the bog, through the brake, and the mireland; And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland… ~Andrew Cherry
And about her courts were seen Liveried angels robed in green, Wearing, by St Patrick’s bounty, Emeralds big as half the county. ~Walter Savage Landor
Do you suppose it’s true, that St. Patrick was a parselmouth, and his muggle friends never knew? ~Dave Beard
The shamrock on an older shore Sprang from a rich and sacred soil Where saint and hero lived of yore, And where their sons in sorrow toil. ~Maurice Francis Egen
A best friend is like a four leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have. ~Author Unknown
What color should be seen Where our fathers’ homes have been But their own immortal Green? ~Author Unknown
May luck be our companion May friends stand by our side May history remind us all Of Ireland’s faith and pride. May God bless us with happiness May love and faith abide. ~Irish Blessing
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light, May good luck pursue you each morning and night. ~Irish Blessing
Oh! St. Patrick was a gentleman Who came of decent people; He built a church in Dublin town, And on it put a steeple. ~Henry Bennett
Wandered from the Antrim hills, Wandered from the Killalas rills, Patrick heard upon the breeze Voices from the Irish seas. ~Author Unknown
If you hold a four-leaf shamrock in your left hand at dawn on St. Patrick’s Day you get what you want very much but haven’t wished for. ~Patricia Lynch
With the frost he kindled fire; Drove the snakes from brake and brier, Hurling out the writhing brood With the lightning of his rood. ~Edwin Markham
There’s ne’er a mile in Ireland’s Isle where the dirty vermin musters; Where’er he put his dear forefoot he murdered them in clusters. The toads went hop, the frogs went flop, slapdash into the water, And the beasts committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter. ~Old Irish Song
When after the Winter alarmin’, The Spring steps in so charmin’, So fresh and arch In the middle of March, Wid her hand St. Patrick’s arm on… ~Alfred Percival Graves
The list of Irish saints is past counting; but in it all no other figure is so human, friendly, and lovable as St. Patrick – who was an Irishman only by adoption. ~Stephen Gwynn
Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after. Poems and songs with pipes and drums A thousand welcomes when anyone comes. ~Author Unknown
An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold onto one blade of grass to keep from falling off the earth. ~Irish Saying
Many an opportunity is lost because a man is out looking for four-leaf clovers. ~Author Unknown