Favorite Quotes
 
Jane’s Favorite Quotes Continued:
A “metta” prayer, 
by Sharon Salzberg (from The Kindness Handbook)
May I offer my care and presence without conditions, knowing they may be met by gratitude, anger or indifference.
May I find the inner resources to truly be able to give.
May I remain in peace, and let go of expectations.
May I offer love, knowing I can't control the course of life, suffering or death.
I care about your pain, yet cannot control it.
I wish you happiness and peace, but cannot make your choices for you.
May I see my limits compassionately, just as I view the limitations of others.

From “Musee des Beaux Arts,” 
by W. H. Auden, 1940
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood 
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along….
In Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may    
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

“The Death of the Hired Man,” 
From Robert Frost, 1941
Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in. 

From “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,”
 by T.S. Eliot, 1917
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
(They will say, “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
 
For I have known them all already, know them all;
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measure out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

From “The Lake Isle of Innisfree,” 
by W.B. Yeats, 1893
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

“Love Song,” 
Sung by Elton John, music and lyrics by Leslie Duncan, 1969
The words I have to say
May well be simple but they’re true
Until you give your love
There’s nothing more that we can do.
 
Love is the opening door
Love is what we can here for
No one could offer you more
Do you know what I mean?
Have your eyes really seen?
 
You say it’s very hard
To leave behind the life we knew
But there’s no other way
And now it’s really up to you.
 
Love is the key we must turn
Truth is the flame we must burn
Freedom the lesson we must learn
Do you know what I mean?
Have your eyes really seen?
 
Love is the opening door
Love is what we came here for
No one could offer you more
Do you know what I mean?
Have your eyes really seen?