Quotes of the Day Game

Post by **Furls Fire** » Mon Oct 27, 2003 6:35 am

"It's amazing, Molly. The love inside, you take it with you..." Patrick Swayze as Sam in Ghost

Post by **Skyweir** » Mon Oct 27, 2003 6:39 am

ahh a brilliant line!! great movie too

Post by **Furls Fire** » Mon Oct 27, 2003 2:47 pm

Love that movie

Post by **Skyweir** » Mon Oct 27, 2003 2:53 pm

mmm .. a thought .. would Ghost be considered as belonging to the fantasy genre?

Post by **Furls Fire** » Mon Oct 27, 2003 2:55 pm

Could be

Post by **Fist and Faith** » Mon Oct 27, 2003 3:18 pm

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. -- Beatles

People would ride from far and wide
just to seek the word he spread.
"I'll tell you everything I've learned."
And "Love" is all he said. -- Cat Stevens

Love is the answer. And you know that, for sure. -- John Lennon

Post by **Skyweir** » Mon Oct 27, 2003 10:59 pm

nice

one of my fav poems of all time

Futility

Move him in the sun-
gently its touch awoke him once,
at home, whispers of fields unsown.
always it woke him, even in France,
until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
the kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds,-
woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
full-nerved - still warm - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
-O what made fatuous sumbeans toil
to break earth's sleep at all?

can anyone guess the author? or what he speaks of?

his poetry profoundly moves me .. he is one of my most favourite poets of all time .. and his subject matter is all the more stirring

Post by **Fist and Faith** » Tue Oct 28, 2003 3:32 am

No clue! "even in France"?? I suppose I could google...

Post by **danlo** » Tue Oct 28, 2003 6:11 am

The author is the esteemed Eric Idle and the subject is a newt?

Post by **Gil galad** » Tue Oct 28, 2003 6:25 am

"The ventians are coming..." he gasped "i know" said the ventrian.

Post by **Skyweir** » Wed Oct 29, 2003 3:26 am

"by grabthars hammer what a savings"

Galaxy Quest

the author is Wilfred Owen .. esteemed war poet

Post by **Landwaster** » Wed Oct 29, 2003 11:34 pm

"Whatcha doin'? Hibernatin'?"

(anyone know what old movie that's from?)

Post by **Furls Fire** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 4:22 am

Bambi

Thumper asks that of Flower, just as winter is starting.

Post by **Landwaster** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 4:32 am

I just watched it for the first time yesterday, and its now officially my favourite ever Disney film!

Post by **Furls Fire** » Thu Oct 30, 2003 4:50 am

OMG..i grew UP on Bambi..must have seen it 1000 or more times

Post by **Furls Fire** » Fri Oct 31, 2003 2:22 am

From another favorite movie of mine. "Dead Poet's Society."

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life! To put to rest all that was not life. And not, when I came to die, discover that I have not lived”

--Henry David Thoreau

Post by **danlo** » Fri Oct 31, 2003 1:11 pm

For Halloween-but I'm to tired to break this into paragraphs just now-COFFEE!!!

THE RAVEN by Edgar Allan Poe (1845) Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;- Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"- Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore- Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;- 'Tis the wind and nothing more." Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before- On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore- Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never- nevermore'." But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!- Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore- Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore! -- THE END -- -----------------------

Post by **Furls Fire** » Fri Oct 31, 2003 2:45 pm

Way cool danlo!!! Love Poe's "Raven"!!

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"

Post by **Lord Mhoram** » Fri Oct 31, 2003 9:11 pm

Quite fitting Danlo. I was just going to make some sort of Poe thread here in Gen Fantasy.

Post by **I'm Murrin** » Fri Oct 31, 2003 9:23 pm

Always loved that poem - It really needs to be read aloud to have the best effect, though.
The final stanza is great:

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore.

Kevin's Watch

Kevin's Watch

Quotes of the Day Game