Constellation Quotes

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i-am-like-a-falling-star-who-has-finally-found-her-place-next-to-another-in-a-lovely-constellation-where-we-will-sparkle-in-the-heavens-forever
when-along-pavement-palpitating-flames-life-people-flicker-around-me-i-forget-my-bereavement-the-gap-in-great-constellation-the-place-where-star-used-to-be-dh-lawrence
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the-discovery-wine-is-greater-moment-than-discovery-constellation-the-universe-is-too-full-stars-benjamin-franklin
pmcs-constellation-multi-platform-entertainment-brands-continues-to-be-leader-in-entertainment-news
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life-is-constellation-individual-moments-in-our-lives-seem-pointless-sometimes-but-when-you-look-at-whole-picture-you-can-see-that-those-little-moments-formed-memories-alex-roger
in-pouring-rain-for-every-constellation-she-might-navigate-again-each-every-line-she-might-wear-in-time-baptized-by-rain-euphoria-pain-beth-orton
i-stopped-by-politics-prose-to-sign-few-copies-constellation-a-couple-days-later-i-learned-that-barack-obama-also-stopped-by-left-with-one-them
in-dark-i-seem-to-stretch-without-body-to-witness-i-grow-grow-with-my-pleasure-i-feel-like-constellation-concept-hung-on-scattering-stars-alaya-dawn-johnson
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to-him-stars-seemed-like-many-musical-notes-affixed-to-sky-just-waiting-for-somebody-to-unfasten-them-someday-sky-would-be-emptied-but-by-then-earth-would-be-constellation-musica
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alpha-dawn-that-constellation-that-i-thought-was-gone-i-could-see-skin-snakes-around-your-arm-alpha-dawn-alpha-dawn-wooden-wand
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What finally turned me back toward the older traditions of my own [Chickasaw] and other Native peoples was the inhumanity of the Western world, the places-both inside and out-where the culture's knowledge and language don't go, and the despair, even desperation, it has spawned. We live, I see now, by different stories, the Western mind and the indigenous. In the older, more mature cultures where people still live within the kinship circles of animals and human beings there is a connection with animals, not only as food, but as 'powers, ' a word which can be taken to mean states of being, gifts, or capabilities. I've found, too, that the ancient intellectual traditions are not merely about belief, as some would say. Belief is not a strong enough word. They are more than that: They are part of lived experience, the on-going experience of people rooted in centuries-old knowledge that is held deep and strong, knowledge about the natural laws of Earth, from the beginning of creation, and the magnificent terrestrial intelligence still at work, an intelligence now newly called ecology by the Western science that tells us what our oldest tribal stories maintain-the human animal is a relatively new creation here; animal and plant presences were here before us; and we are truly the younger sisters and brothers of the other animal species, not quite as well developed as we thought we were. It is through our relationships with animals and plants that we maintain a way of living, a cultural ethics shaped from an ancient understanding of the world, and this is remembered in stories that are the deepest reflections of our shared lives on Earth. That we held, and still hold, treaties with the animals and plant species is a known part of tribal culture. The relationship between human people and animals is still alive and resonant in the world, the ancient tellings carried on by a constellation of stories, songs, and ceremonies, all shaped by lived knowledge of the world and its many interwoven, unending relationships. These stories and ceremonies keep open the bridge between one kind of intelligence and another, one species and another. (from her essay "First People")

Linda Hogan
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If you don't know your father, ' Odysseus was answering in that low, calm, but fiercely firm voice of his that always seemed to carry as far as it had to, 'how can you know yourself? I am Odysseus, son of Laertes. My father is a king, but also a man of the soil. When I saw him last, the old man was down on his knees in the dirt, planting a tree where an old giant of a tree had finally - cut down by his hand finally - after being struck by lightning. If I do not know my father, and his father before him, and what these men were worth, what they lived for and were willing to die for, how can I know myself?' 'Tell us again about areªte, ' came a voice from the front row. Ada recognised the man speaking as Petyr, one of the earliest visitors. Petyr was no boy - Ada thought he was in his fourth Twenty - but his beard was already almost as full as Odysseus'. Ada didn't think the man had left Ardis since he'd first heard Odysseus speak that second or third day, when the visitors could be counted on two hands. 'Areªte is simply excellence and the striving for excellence in all things, ' said Odysseus. 'Areªte simply means the act of offering all actions as of sacrament to excellence, of devoting one's life to finding excellence, identifying it when it offers itself, and achieving it in your own life.' A newcomer ten rows up the hill, a heavyset man who reminded Ada a bit of Daemon, laughed, and said, 'How can you achieve excellence in all things, Teacher? Why would you want to? It sounds terribly tiring.' The heavy man looked around, sure of laughter, but the others on hill looked at him silently and then turned back to Odysseus. The Greek smiled easily - strong white teeth flashing against his tanned cheeks and short, gray beard - and said, 'You can't achieve excellence in all things, my friend, but you have to try. And how could you not want to?' 'But there are so many things to do, ' laughed the heavy man. 'One can't practice for them all. One has to make choices and concentrate on the important things.' The man squeezed the young woman next to him, obviously his companion, and she laughed loudly, but she was the only one to laugh. 'Yes, ' said Odysseus, 'but you insult all these actions in which you do not honour areªte. Eating? Eat as if it was your last meal. Prepare the food as if there were no more food! Sacrifices to the gods? You must make each sacrifice as if the lives of your family depended upon your energy and devotion and focus. Loving? Yes, love as if it was the most important thing in the world, but make it just one in the constellation that is areªte.

Dan Simmons
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There in the garden I stand amongst the trees and the flowers. Bare back as laid out upon the grassy knoll she awaits there for me now. Atop a bed of lotus blossoms, within a wall of roses and violets held she waits. A light breeze settles in against the angle of my naked continuity, and I am whole as one inside. So she rolls her body round, like some delicate feather blown on the wind, to conceal the gentle back contour and reveal a frontal nudity that would make beauty itself ache with the need, thick within the throes of jealously for having to so unwillingly surrender over the crown. It is in there that you find paradise, and it seems she too knows me by name of a gaze gaping, and notwithstanding but a single care towards the awareness of my steady on-looking fixation. It is the stare sewing in the seeds of an awestruck wonder for what the mystics deemed necessary, and the melody of majesty aligned in plenary ordinance; a precious passing moment of collective cornucopia & blessed union of soul where all planetary constellation come together to marvel around the bringing of such a fair existence about. And what combination was that of the raw material splendour used to create this mould casting gone asunder beyond its one successful flight attempt to seize hold the sky and bottle it, never to be used again? Beholding it is to clasp the all consuming essence of longing in your pass, to wield command over the power of the cosmos with the skilled hands of lovers' chaste holding. It is that which instills a life, a capture of Elysia off the edge of insanity refined, and that's brilliance bled out by any design. For only by taking nature in kind and boiling her down to her purest, basic, most sincere level will you be able to build her up, and by a metamorphosis see her change, transform into something off the wings of a butterfly; sign of the worthwhile creature and form of the eternal everlasting entity. To spring forth out the sublime incarnation, a shine of glory set down for all the world to see. She is pure blissful serenity. Plant a seed to watch it grow; nurture it and it will give rise to a field of flowers full. Still none of any other would have compared as saccharine as when I first laid eyes upon the woman found stirring within the perfumed tendrils of Summer's bloom, beneath the Stars shinning bright. Her beauty is so that I come alive. Consumed by loveliness I am completely at the lady's mercy, and unable to turn a look away. That is to say, I would not want to.

Byron Fortin
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If loneliness or sadness or happiness could be expressed through food, loneliness would be basil. It's not good for your stomach, dims your eyes, and turns your mind murky. If you pound basil and place a stone over it, scorpions swarm toward it. Happiness is saffron, from the crocus that blooms in the spring. Even if you add just a pinch to a dish, it adds an intense taste and a lingering scent. You can find it anywhere but you can't get it at any time of the year. It's good for your heart, and if you drop a little bit in your wine, you instantly become drunk from its heady perfume. The best saffron crumbles at the touch and instantaneously emits its fragrance. Sadness is a knobby cucumber, whose aroma you can detect from far away. It's tough and hard to digest and makes you fall ill with a high fever. It's porous, excellent at absorption, and sponges up spices, guaranteeing a lengthy period of preservation. Pickles are the best food you can make from cucumbers. You boil vinegar and pour it over the cucumbers, then season with salt and pepper. You enclose them in a sterilized glass jar, seal it, and store it in a dark and dry place. WON'S KITCHEN. I take off the sign hanging by the first-floor entryway. He designed it by hand and silk-screened it onto a metal plate. Early in the morning on the day of the opening party for the cooking school, he had me hang the sign myself. I was meaning to give it a really special name, he said, grinning, flashing his white teeth, but I thought Jeong Ji-won was the most special name in the world. He called my name again: Hey, Ji-won. He walked around the house calling my name over and over, mischievously - as if he were an Eskimo who believed that the soul became imprinted in the name when it was called - while I fried an egg, cautiously sprinkling grated Emmentaler, salt, pepper, taking care not to pop the yolk. I spread the white sun-dried tablecloth on the coffee table and set it with the fried egg, unsalted butter, blueberry jam, and a baguette I'd toasted in the oven. It was our favorite breakfast: simple, warm, sweet. As was his habit, he spread a thick layer of butter and jam on his baguette and dunked it into his coffee, and I plunked into my cup the teaspoon laced with jam, waiting for the sticky sweetness to melt into the hot, dark coffee. I still remember the sugary jam infusing the last drop of coffee and the moist crumbs of the baguette lingering at the roof of my mouth. And also his words, informing me that he wanted to design a new house that would contain the cooking school, his office, and our bedroom. Instead of replying, I picked up a firm red radish, sparkling with droplets of water, dabbed a little butter on it, dipped it in salt, and stuck it into my mouth. A crunch resonated from my mouth. Hoping the crunch sounded like, Yes, someday, I continued to eat it. Was that the reason I equated a fresh red radish with sprouting green tops, as small as a miniature apple, with the taste of love? But if I cut into it crosswise like an apple, I wouldn't find the constellation of seeds.

Kyung-ran Jo
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