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I am here to seduce you into a love of life; to help you to become a little more poetic; to help you die to the mundane and to the ordinary so that the extraordinary explodes in your life.
Come my, heart, up and away!
Flattery is a challenge. The proper turning away from it, undercutting, diminishing it without offense or vehemence, is a social grace sweeter even than the swift determination to keep ahead in the race of hospitality.
But over and above the offers of help and love, precious and determined though they are, is the fact that we are public knowledge. Our signal has been heard. By each response a friend is activated. Our message had a single note. Here is its returning chord.
My speech is too fast; my oration confused; love knows no order.
Lokeij whistled. "Make the king's warriors vanish if
they come ... what a deceitful turtledove you are."
Aly smiled at the sky. "Oh, don't,"she replied in the
tones of a flirtatious court lady. "Stop, I insist. Your
flattery makes me blush.
I want to apologize for plaguing you with so many telephone calls last November and December. When the 'enthusiasm' is coming on me it is accompanied by a feverish reaching out to my friends. After its over I wince and wither.
I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings.
Bowing, ceremonious, formal compliments, stiff civilities, will never be politeness; that must be easy, natural, unstudied; and what will give this but a mind benevolent and attentive to exert that amiable disposition in trifles to all you converse and live with?
Our call is to an engaged alienation,
Come, come, be every one officious
To make this banquet; which I wish may prove
More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.
Every ear is tickled with the sweet music of applause.
High erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.
...To study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly ... to listen to stars and buds, to babes and sages, with open heart; await occasions, hurry never ... this is my symphony.
Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer.
There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in the traveller's being.
Intoxicating perfumes, musky body scents mingle... blindfolding you, I orchestrate my symphony.
Thanks," I say, stepping into the room.
Do brothers thank each other?
Probably not.
I should have said something along the lines of, "Took you long enough, asshole."
Hoover, Colleen; Fisher, Tarryn (2015-01-07). Never Never (p. 75). Hoover Ink. Kindle Edition.
The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the
conversation turned ineluctably toward
with offense - a high- bosomed matron opposite emitted
Words? I tell you not to write me letters; I command you. Is it not enough to want you so in vain, but you send me what evokes you here before me
this paper, all along whose lines your hand has lain?
In a society that prates about, but seldom practices, communication, the craving to be listened to, heard, understood - which originates with the first terrified wail, the circling arms, the breast, the consolatory murmur - is hard to assuage.
As our dear Husband, in wooing his [church], received many a black stroke, so his bride, in wooing him, gets many blows, and in this wooing there are strokes upon both sides
Politeness, however, acts the lady's maid to our thoughts; and they are washed, dressed, curled, rouged, and perfumed, before they are presented to the public ...
Greet what arrives, escort what leaves and rush upon loss of contact
Have gentle utterances that will inspire a superior longing for all time ...
Coming nearer and
Other Courtesies have been -
Other Courtesy may be -
We commend ourselves to thee
Paragon of Chivalry.
the king of kind hearts and polite fellows
Applause, n. The echo of a platitude.
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The doorbell rings, and my heart flips.
O the divine, O my love, I don't want to seduce you with my wealth or splendor, but with my love and deepest gratitude.
Courtesy seldom costs anything, and the willingness to extend it can be its own subtle declaration of strength. There
A Farewell to Arms To
The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral.
Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!
Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.
O my brethren, my heart is enlarge towards you. I trust I feel something of that hidden, but powerful presence of Christ, whilst I am preaching to you.
Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.
What are you planning?" I asked, as we turned toward the grand ballroom.
"Just a small demonstration for the public good," he said. "I am so sorry."
"You're apologizing in advance."
"Yes."
Never a good sign.
Pray silence for the soloist. But let him be soon over, that we may hear the great striding fugue again.
Listen, my dear-- with soft step the night hears.
Would you like to cross another item off this list today?"
"I should like that very much. Which do you propose?"
"I think it's time to try riding astride".
"You can't mean ... "
"Oh, but I do, indeed, mean, Empress.
I ... Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.
No one has needed favours more than I, and generally, few have been less unwilling to accept them; but in this case, favour to me,would be injustice to the public, and therefore I must beg your pardon for declining it.
You heard the First Angel." His hand brushed across my forehead, his touch remarkably tender for someone who had me pinned down. "She officially ordered me to finish cuddling first." "I wouldn't call that an order so much as permission," I
There is no flattery so adroit or effectual as that of implicit assent.
My lady, it has been my honour to escort you.
These overtures of peace, translated into the servile and flattering language of Asia, were transmitted to the camp of the Great King; who resolved to signify, by an ambassador, the terms which he was inclined to grant to the suppliant Romans.
A third volume of Memoirs is really a bold undertaking ... I cannot, like a certain female writer, say, I hope if I have done nothing to please, I have done nothing to offend; for truly I mean to give both pleasure and offense ...
Lure me to the depths of passion
We must begin to speak with each other in a gentle manner.
Extend your hand; open your heart; share your grace; share your love.
My Dear Reader Chum, a very hearty hello to you. What an honour and privilege it is to have you perusing my written word.
How much we forgive to those who yield us the rare spectacle of heroic manners! We will pardon them the want of books, or arts, and even of gentler virtues. How tenaciously we remember them!
Bono give you any terms?"
"Me, the Crusader, and you. Tonight."
How nice. A party for the top three on the upir's most wanted list.
When speech comes from a quiet heart, it has the strength of the orchid, and the fragrance of rock.
To converse with You, O King of glory, no third person is needed, You are always ready in the Sacrament of the Altar to give audience to all. All who desire You always find You there, and converse with You face to face
I'm overcome by the inexplicable desire to speak to you with common courtesy.
raise the affections of my hearers as high as I possibly can, provided they are affected with nothing but truth, and with affections that are not disagreeable to the nature of what they are affected with."1
The perfection of conversation is not to play a regular sonata, but, like the AEolian harp, to await the inspiration of the passing breeze.
Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Let's stop by the shades of a tavern--
Selling raspberry handshakes,
Let's recline by the shimmer of a lantern-
Trampling the silence of snowflakes;
When I feel the joy of receiving a gift my heart nudges me to join creation's ballet, the airy dance of giving and receiving, and getting and giving again.
After-dinner talk
Across the walnuts and the wine.
Grovel first, touch me later,
Walk soft, like whispers.
Could we go into your room?" she asked. "I knew it. I knew it," he said, spinning around and sliding quickly toward his door. "It's finally happend, just like in dreams. An intelligent, beautiful woman is going to declare her undying affection
O, pleasant is the welcome kiss
When day's dull round is o'er;
And sweet the music of the step
That meets us at the door.
though my voice is eager to tune to marches,
toady to wine and city...
Music had played suddenly through the cabin, complex and lovely, rich in minor tones, like the sad call of a sex-maddened computer. Nessus whistled.
We offer love to our customers. And in return, we receive the finest smiles. And even if we cannot return their affection, at least we can offer a rose.
Listen to my Silence, Petra Hermans
A truce to idle phrases!
Invitation to Dance-
It's a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom.
But we'll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark.
May I have the pleasure?
Declare the sacred utterances.
True politeness is to social life what oil is to machinery, a thing to oil the ruts and grooves of existence. False politeness can shine without warming and glitter without vivifying.
adulation." I stare at the
Tender pauses speak
The overflow of gladness,
When words are all too weak.
My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.
When affection fell on its ass, politeness could step up.
Everlasting farewells! and again, and yet again reverberated everlasting farewells!
Can I have a final request in case I don't make it?"
"Anything."
"I haven't been kissed in five years, kiss me Trajan," she whispered. "I am so afraid." Trajan slowly pushed his glasses onto the top of his head and brought his lips softly to hers.
The touched heart madly stirs,
your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles -
every gesture is a proclamation,
every sound is speech ...
Audacity in wooing is a great virtue, but a man must measure even his virtues.
They have started to arrive. An endless cascade of luxuriously quilted envelopes, thumping onto the doormat. The wedding invitations.
No affair that begins with such an orchestrated overture can end on a simple note.
Among the arts of conversation no one pleases more than mutual deference or civility, which leads us to resign our own inclinations to those of our companions, and to curb and conceal that presumption and arrogance so natural to the human mind.
May I introduce you all to the main course?" Morpheus spreads out an arm with a dramatic flare. "Dinner, meet your worthy adversaries, the hungry guests.
Appreciation, applause, approval, respect - we all love it!
I passed by your lodging just now, and thought: 'I'll go in to him; he is kinder than any of them, and he was there at the time.' Forgive a poor creature who's no use to anyone; i'll go away directly; I'm going ...
A stolen touch can never compete with a voluntary touch of hunger, passion, desire. The aria of choice is joyous, the cacophony of force brutal, ugly, and cold.
He entertained these thoughts awkwardly, as a man entertains unexpected guests. Then, as he reached his objective, he pushed these thoughts away, as a man apologizes to his guests, and leaves them, muttering something about a prior engagement.
O, Great Spirit, open my eyes, open heart's wings, open my ears to your voice in all things.
O Hope, sweet flatterer! thy, delusive touch
Sheds on afflicted minds the balm of comfort,
Relieves the load of poverty, sustains
The captive, bending with the weight of bonds,
And smooths the pillow of disease and pain.
Inspire the Vocal Brass, Inspire;
The World is past its Infant Age:
Arms and Honour,
Arms and Honour,
Set the Martial Mind on Fire,
And kindle Manly Rage.
Down in adoration falling, Lo! the sacred Host we hail; Lo! o'er ancient forms departing, Newer rites of grace prevail; Faith for all defects supplying, Where the feeble senses fail.