Jane Austen - Pride and Prejudice

Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other, or ever so similar before-hand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.

Margaret Atwood - Lady Oracle

I was regarded as a good typist; at my high school typing was regarded as a female secondary sex characteristic, like breasts.

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My mother's two categories; nice men did things for you, bad men did things to you.

Paul Larkin - This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Emily Dickenson on Love

If you were coming in the fall,
I ’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I ’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I ’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.

If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.

Barry Louis Polisar - All I Want Is You (Juno OST)

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee
And if I was a tree growing tall and green
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

All I want is you/ will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you/ will you stay with me
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea

If you were a river in the mountains tall
The rumble of your water would be my call
If you were the winter/ I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me/ let the cold winds blow

All I want is you/ will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you/ will you stay with me
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea

If you were a wink/I'd be a nod
If you were a seed/well I'd be a pod
If you were the floor/ I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss/ I know I'd be a hug

All I want is you/ will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you/ will you stay with me
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea

If you were the wood/ I'd be the fire
If you were the love/ I'd be the desire
If you were a castle/ I'd be your moat
And if you were an ocean/ I'd learn to float

All I want is you/ will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you/ will you stay with me
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea

Gayatri Mantra

Let us meditate on the Divine Light that is inherent in us,
May it dissolve all Ignorance and Darkness.

Alfred Tennyson - The Charge of the Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.