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Male interested in self bondage. Please help!!1!?
Ok, so here's the story. I've been interested in self-bondage for a few months now and I am running out of ideas and such. I would really apreciate if you could give me some ideas (:

I only have use of usual household items! So please don't answer concerning handcuffs or anything you wouldn't have lying around the house!

Thanks (:

how about a good strict hogtie, I love to put myself or have someone put me in a hogtie. It is easy to do, and all you need is some scarves, rope or even belts. Just make sure you have a scissor near by in case you can't get out.

Do you read and enjoy the small stories ? why the small stories are floated ?
Now a days, the human natures like jealousy, hatred, love, friendship, confidence, trust, cheating are on increase. Our indian folk tales, through the small stories telling the value of love, affection, trust, politeness, no hastyness, obeying, good behaviour,faithfulness, good character etc., which are all needed to us and to our guyren.

Almost, all stories are known to all. But, the aim of bringing and projecting before you is to recollect your reading memories as well as to teach young about the value of good things. The young generation after reading the stories may think and learn good things. Our great elders created these small stories for us only. it is for us to live happily. It is for us for learning way of life.

A Request: just reading the stories is not enough. you should spread the values of life to all. Our young generation should learn good things, and they should be a good citizen by having good things of life. The future generation too should live happily. so, this is my motivation for floating small stories. if we say some lines advising, they will not care. just telling a story interestingly, they will read the story by which we can teach good values of life. so, our elders created small stories for us.

Wonderfully, our elders gave moral stories human characters to animals, and as well as some humans. please enjoy reading.

Indian Folktales
The folklores and folktales have been an eternal part of every culture since ages. When it comes to Indian folk tales, the country of diverse religions, languages and cultures has a complete range of tales and short stories. Indian folklore has a wide range of stories and mythological legends, which emerge from all walks of life. The interesting stories range from the remarkable ‘Panchatantra’ to ‘Hitopadesha’, from ‘Jataka’ to ‘Akbar-Birbal’.

Not only this, the great Indian epics like ‘Ramayana’, ‘Mahabharata’ and ‘Bhagvad Gita’ are full of didactic stories inspired from the lives of great souls. Being full of moralistic values, Indian folklore makes perfect stories for guyren, who are required to be, instilled with right values. All these ancient stories have been passed from generation to generation, creating bondage of traditional values with present-day generation.

Hitopadesha Tales
The Hitopadesha is a remarkable compilation of short stories. Composed by Narayana Pandit, Hitopadesha had its origin around a thousand years ago. In Indian Literature, the Hitopadesha is regarded more or less similar to the Panchatantra. In the vein of Panchatantra, the Hitopadesa was also written in Sanskrit and following the pattern of prose and verse. Hitopadesh tales are written in reader-friendly way, which also contributed to the success of this best seller after ‘Bhagwad Gita’ in India. Since its origin, Hitopadesa has been translated into numerous languages to benefit the readers all over the world.

Jataka Tales
In 300 B.C, the Jataka Tales were written for the mankind to gain knowledge and morality. Ever since, Jataka tales have become story books that are both enjoyable as well as knowledgeable. Originally written in Pali language, Jataka Buddhist tales have been translated in different languages around the world. The luminous fables of ‘Jataka’ are intended to impart values of self-sacrifice, morality, honesty and other informative values to people.

Panchatantra Tales
The Panchatantra is a legendary collection of short stories from India. Originally composed in the 2nd century B.C, Panchatantra is believed to be written by Vishnu Sharma along with many other scholars. The purpose behind the composition was to implant moral values and governing skills in the young sons of the king. The ancient Sanskrit text boasts of various animal stories in verse and prose. During all these centuries, many authors and publishers worked hard to make these fables accessible and readable by a layman. The grand assortment has extraordinary tales that are liked, perhaps even loved by people of every age group.

YES. I like the small moral stories like Panchatantra, Hitopadesa, Jataka Tales, Aesop Fables, Animal tales, Moral Stories, Folktales, Humorous Stories, Animal Tales, Moral Stories, Aesop Fables, Panchatantra Tales. Folktales, etc. They are very good for educating ourselves (I mean old like me) and the guyren. I am proud to be an Indian and love the Indian values and its customs. The very essence of our culture is to absorb everything and still retain its special identity and we easily gett these values by reading and teaching them to our guyren.

Reading these wonderful stories is a great way to learn some good morals. These are very colorful, well illustrated and simple to read. Both young and adults will enjoy reading this vivid collection of moral stories. "Kadhai" (Story) time will be a unique profile by focussing lots of issues - prerogatively education to prevent the corrosiveness of tender minds,who could be moulded into beautiful forms with their powerful intelligence.

The central objective of the moral story or stories are is to educate the guyren and to convince them about the moral taught. Making animals the protagonists of the short moral story the true story gets a bit depersonalized. Because it is an educational story with a central message and some secondary messages we can classify it as a moral story. Because there are talking animals in this short bedtime story or tale we could say that it is also a fable.

The brief or short stories about love or with a happy ending for babies and small guyren are ideal for bedtime in the form of spoken tales, because they put them in a state of relaxation ideal for a nice rest and an adequate functioning of the guylike brain in that state.

It would be good to point out that in spoken tales, above all in bedtime stories, even in the very short ones, often the boy or girl fall asleep before the story is finished. They have fallen asleep in a world of fantasy in which they have probably incorporated new elements to the script.

Best wishes to you and thanks for the wonderful views conv3yed by you. -

Do u like dog stories? do u hav one 2 share? ?
plz tell - here's one i saw online this morn BY mike ensley;

Most people, when they get a dog, are thinking mostly about the two months of puppy they want to enjoy rather than the 10 years of dog they don't plan on preparing for. When they come to those long adult years, they find themselves with an undisciplined, full-grown creature that has outgrown its charm and they don't know what to do with it.
When I was a guy, my parents hired a professional trainer to help them domesticate Lucy, the German Shepherd my sister had picked out to be our family dog. My dad took us along to Lucy's obedience classes so we could observe the process and be able to train dogs ourselves from then on.
That's what I did with Chloe almost a decade later.
But even when you know what to do and why it's important, it still isn't easy to sternly rebuke a little ball of fuzz when she's done something naughty but still so darn cute. Or to deny her the pleasure of people food when she's got the original Puppy-Dog eyes trained on you. I think the worst was listening to the simultaneously adorable and pathetic whimpers coming from her kennel in the morning. But all of these things were measures that prevented numerous challenges and hardships later on.
The benefit of all this has made an immeasurable difference in my relationship with Chloe. She was potty-trained at 10 weeks old, which was awesome. Today I can leave to run errands, hit the gym or whatever, and know that she will not chew anything she isn't supposed to or bark incessantly and bother the neighbors. And best of all for her, I can take her off-leash in the park and watch her bound joyfully after the tennis ball again and again, unafraid that she will run off anywhere or do anything to get either of us in trouble.
It hit me the other morning, as Chloe was fetching freely and the angry Beagle was yipping at her whenever she passed his window, that this iswhat God wants for me — this is why He's looked after and disciplined me the way He has.
You see, Chloe doesn't use her freedom to do the things the undisciplined dogs do. No doubt, given a leash-less opportunity most of them would wreak as much havoc as their size allowed. I wonder if, as they are watching her they aren't thinking, "Why don't you ditch that guy!? Go get that mail lady! Bite her good! Wait! Why are you going back? He's going to put the leash on you! What a sucker!" Her obedience must not look like freedom at all to them.
Then again, she's the one enjoying a romp in the open air while they press their wet noses to the window.
Likewise, the world looks at some of the costs involved with our pursuit of Christ and thinks we're crazy. They mock those who opt for purity in the face of internal conflict and external pressure. I know as I have struggled to leave behind my own self-indulgences, and even the homosexual tendencies that come so naturally to me, people (many of whom have never met me, mind you) will describe my life as loveless, pointless, hopeless. Christians throughout history have received similar (and worse) criticisms from an incredulous and unbelieving world, who ironically are ensconced in the ever-tightening tendrils of sin they are convinced is the best they have to hope for.
The free spirits, open relationships and progressive minds of our culture lead people into a bondage that only tastes good when you're ignorant about what is good. Even if there were none of the "practical" consequences to sin that we seem to focus on the most (STIs, abortion, alimony), the soul-killing power of sin would still be there.
The "disease of self" — as dc Talk once put it — is what I'm talking about. It's not just the way we steal and hurt others, but the self-focused ways we love and give and do things we think are good. It doesn't take long for that self-living to trap you inside yourself, preventing any real connection to God or others. It's an amazing grace that God interrupts our slow descent with discipline.
And you know, contrary to what a lot of preachers and authors will tell you, He doesn't even look down on us for it.
Rescue
Just the other day I rescued a little Yorkie wandering around the apartment complex late at night. Yorkshire Terriers are adorable and very valuable little dogs, yet this one's owner had not even bothered to affix a mark of ownership. No collar, no tag; just a helpless little dog wandering alone in gator country.
I found out later that "Missy" escaped her home because of a door left open. She had only been "free" for a short while, but it didn't take her long to get caked in poop and acquire a nasty scratch on her back. She kind of reminded me of me, in that way. I can't think of a time I threw off the oppressive fetters of my faith to do what I wanted that I did not end up wounded and dirtied in some way.
As I gave the Yorkie a bath, at times fighting my gag reflex as chunks of filth came off, I kept seeing that adorable little face looking up at me, the cute ca

i have 2 dogs, got both by accident. one given to us and the other was a stray that stayed. hee.
anyways, our oldest dog is greedy and never let the stray dog eat. so i had to separate them during their feeding. long story short, the stray dog picked up his bowl and brought it to the oldest. i thought that was so sweet. dogs have a soul. don't they?

Do u like doggie stories? du u have one 2 share?
plz tell - here's one i saw online this morn BY mike ensley;

Most people, when they get a dog, are thinking mostly about the two months of puppy they want to enjoy rather than the 10 years of dog they don't plan on preparing for. When they come to those long adult years, they find themselves with an undisciplined, full-grown creature that has outgrown its charm and they don't know what to do with it.
When I was a guy, my parents hired a professional trainer to help them domesticate Lucy, the German Shepherd my sister had picked out to be our family dog. My dad took us along to Lucy's obedience classes so we could observe the process and be able to train dogs ourselves from then on.
That's what I did with Chloe almost a decade later.
But even when you know what to do and why it's important, it still isn't easy to sternly rebuke a little ball of fuzz when she's done something naughty but still so darn cute. Or to deny her the pleasure of people food when she's got the original Puppy-Dog eyes trained on you. I think the worst was listening to the simultaneously adorable and pathetic whimpers coming from her kennel in the morning. But all of these things were measures that prevented numerous challenges and hardships later on.
The benefit of all this has made an immeasurable difference in my relationship with Chloe. She was potty-trained at 10 weeks old, which was awesome. Today I can leave to run errands, hit the gym or whatever, and know that she will not chew anything she isn't supposed to or bark incessantly and bother the neighbors. And best of all for her, I can take her off-leash in the park and watch her bound joyfully after the tennis ball again and again, unafraid that she will run off anywhere or do anything to get either of us in trouble.
It hit me the other morning, as Chloe was fetching freely and the angry Beagle was yipping at her whenever she passed his window, that this iswhat God wants for me — this is why He's looked after and disciplined me the way He has.
You see, Chloe doesn't use her freedom to do the things the undisciplined dogs do. No doubt, given a leash-less opportunity most of them would wreak as much havoc as their size allowed. I wonder if, as they are watching her they aren't thinking, "Why don't you ditch that guy!? Go get that mail lady! Bite her good! Wait! Why are you going back? He's going to put the leash on you! What a sucker!" Her obedience must not look like freedom at all to them.
Then again, she's the one enjoying a romp in the open air while they press their wet noses to the window.
Likewise, the world looks at some of the costs involved with our pursuit of Christ and thinks we're crazy. They mock those who opt for purity in the face of internal conflict and external pressure. I know as I have struggled to leave behind my own self-indulgences, and even the homosexual tendencies that come so naturally to me, people (many of whom have never met me, mind you) will describe my life as loveless, pointless, hopeless. Christians throughout history have received similar (and worse) criticisms from an incredulous and unbelieving world, who ironically are ensconced in the ever-tightening tendrils of sin they are convinced is the best they have to hope for.
The free spirits, open relationships and progressive minds of our culture lead people into a bondage that only tastes good when you're ignorant about what is good. Even if there were none of the "practical" consequences to sin that we seem to focus on the most (STIs, abortion, alimony), the soul-killing power of sin would still be there.
The "disease of self" — as dc Talk once put it — is what I'm talking about. It's not just the way we steal and hurt others, but the self-focused ways we love and give and do things we think are good. It doesn't take long for that self-living to trap you inside yourself, preventing any real connection to God or others. It's an amazing grace that God interrupts our slow descent with discipline.
And you know, contrary to what a lot of preachers and authors will tell you, He doesn't even look down on us for it.
Rescue Just the other day I rescued a little Yorkie wandering around the apartment complex late at night. Yorkshire Terriers are adorable and very valuable little dogs, yet this one's owner had not even bothered to affix a mark of ownership. No collar, no tag; just a helpless little dog wandering alone in gator country.
I found out later that "Missy" escaped her home because of a door left open. She had only been "free" for a short while, but it didn't take her long to get caked in poop and acquire a nasty scratch on her back. She kind of reminded me of me, in that way. I can't think of a time I threw off the oppressive fetters of my faith to do what I wanted that I did not end up wounded and dirtied in some way.
As I gave the Yorkie a bath, at times fighting my gag reflex as chunks of filth came off, I kept seeing that adorable little face looking up at me, the cute canin

I have had 5 dogs in my life and all five are rescued babies from the pound. I do not know where to begin on this but i know that these animals know how lucky they are and how lucky they have made me fell through the years. It is through GOD'S Divine grace that he made my best friends, four legged buddies that i will cherish until i get into see them again in heaven!

Looking for advice on SEX..?
So I am really starting to know my sexual self, and what I want. I have been reading some things about bondage, and erotica.. stories of fantasies and tieing people up,,, cuffs and whips and all that. Where can I find good bedroom heels, NOT trashy.. sexy.. elegant.. but still hot at the same time.. and clothing the same.. bousties {ex. spelling} and such that aren't trashy as well. I want to dress the part and surprise my man.. {I am also planning on cooking a nice meal with wine and chocolate.. }

Well, I'm not sure what you think is and is not trashy. I happen to think that the clothes dominatrixes wear are very elegant. If you're into bondage I assume you like their style too, though some might consider it trashy. Go to www.fetbot.com and click on the "shopping" link for a full list of bondage resources and on-line stores. A lot of the stuff on their is cheap and possibly trashy but if you serach long enough you can find some gems (for cheap too!)

Is God a god of mercy, or a god of guilt trip?
Assuming that God is the god of the bible...the bible has redeeming qualities. The prophets are very human and self-sacrificing....but if it wasn't for thier elevated status, some of them would have been stoned in a heart beat...like the story of David and Bathsheba. Is a king who has 700 wives and 300 concubines humble and wise, or is he kind of an adulturer? Seriously, God is very human himself. It began in the garden. Why is knowledge such a bad thing?...and the demonization of women all throughout the bible. God is openly jealous. One of the most famous stories told to guyren is God smotting the earth because of disobedience until he found "grace" in Noah. If the first part, he said he was greivous and would wipe out mankind in general UNTIL he found grace in Noah. Then, people who build a city with a tower, he punishes them by confuing thier language. Every early sin, all of man was punished for. He lets his people live in slavery, then condemns an entie nation, and ethnically cleanses another to find a nice seat for Israel. Then many times he punishes Israel by putting them in bondage and making them slaves to other nations, but it's okay, because God still has thier backs in the end, and it's still all our faults...but in the prophets you hear that God is more liberal than "THou Shalt Not" and that was written to prove how unworthy man was to serve God....and ofcourse if they do something wrong...stone them. It was the stories of mercy that made God look good that made the bible. Then in the New Testamen, it pretty much antagonizes Israel, then in a sence protagonizes the gentiles, because they accept some of the teachings of the disciples...so God provides a way out for AL of humanity, through a divine human sacrifice that has similar stories in past pagan beliefs. Isn't that kind of him? Now instead erasing everyone except a nation, now the world is to be erased ecept some sort of belief....and that punishment is to burn forever. Seriously though, are modern Jews a decendant from Abraham, or is it just an orthodox belief? How can they be god
s people if they're really just genetic gentiles believing an ancient Jewish belief, when Christianity is allegedly the only valid path? and the punishment for disbelief, is ofcourse eternal burning...the bible never mentions what happens to people who don't hear the gospel...it just kind of assumes that the world should already get the message. I'm not talking about the historical errors of translation, I'm just talking about a simple belief. How can someone take this word for word literally, and defending what seems to be an insecure God who failed the world due to our lack of perfection then blames it on us? It seems like every other ancient god with an inferiority complex, just more exclusive. Basiclly everything is really our faults, but we just don't see it, but if we grovel on our hands and knees and beg for forgiveness, we might attain the award of getting to serve God for eternity. Does anyone see anything wrong with this? It sickens me that some people don't try to understand some of the problems in the world, but just blames it on them in general, due to lack of religious obedience. It's human ignorance at is greatest, and has historically been proven to be evil, unless liberated to allegorical form. Fundamentalism can destroy the lives and faith of those who choose not to conform to a narrow mind set.

Romans 8:1
Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.

Christians: is this helpful to you?
A quote from Marcus Borg:

"(Hearts)...are often 'hard.' The Greek word for this condition is sklerokardia: we have sclerosis of the heart.

What goes with a closed heart? What is this condition like? In the Bible, it is a particularly rich image with many associations. Many connect to the other correlative images of our condition and our need. As I suggest the qualities of a closed heart, I invite you to consider the extent to which they fit your experience, for this language seeks to describe a condition, a way of being.
·Blindness and limited vision go with a closed heart. We do not see clearly when our hearts are closed. A shut heart and shut eyes go together; we have eyes but do not see. So also, we have ears but do not hear. Enclosed in our own world, we neither see nor hear very well.
·A closed heart affects the mind, the reasoning process itself. Rather than the mind being in charge of this deeper layer of the self, the heart controls the mind. The heart can even deceive the mind in the process we call 'rationalization,' that is, self-interested self-justification. We often believe our own self-deceptions. The phenomenon of self-deception (always easier to recognize in others than in ourselves) is fascinating: there is something 'in me' that can deceive me. Thus the closed heart is associated with lack of understanding and a darkened mind.
·A closed heart and bondage go together. As in the exodus story, we can be in bondage because of the hardness of Pharaoh's heart. And Pharaoh can also live within us: we are often in bondage to the desiring of our own hearts.
·A closed heart lacks gratitude. If successful in life, a person with a closed heart often feels self-made and entitled; or if life has gone badly, bitter and cheated. But gratitude is far from it.
·A closed heart is insensitive to wonder and awe. The world looks ordinary when our hearts are closed.
·A closed heart forgets God. It does not remember the one in whom we live and move and have our being; it loses track of the Mystery always around us.
·A closed heart and exile go together. Self-preoccupied, turned inward upon itself, the shut heart is cut off from a larger reality. Separated and disconnected, it is estranged and in exile.
·A closed heart lacks compassion. In the Bible, compassion is the ability to feel the feelings of another at a level lower than one's head, 'in the womb,' 'in the bowels,' and then to act accordingly. A closed heart does not feel this. Though it can be charitable, it does not feel the suffering of others.
·For the same reason, a closed heart is insensitive to injustice. Closed hearts and injustice go together. The prophets and Jesus, champions of God's justice, often indict the condition of the hard heart." ("The Heart of Christianity" pgs. 151-153)

The hardness of our hearts is why we need to be 'born again/from above.

Religion is a collection of "clunky" words and symbols that stumble in the presence of Mystery. Nonetheless, healthy religion is like a highlighter in the hand of God. We are the words and life is the page. The book is being written; the story told. It is my story. It is your story. It is our story. It is God's story.

God cannot be defined by religion, only pointed to by it. Brennan Manning has written "religion conversing about God is like a coffee cup discussing a great waterfall. A healthy Christian is like a coffee cup longing to be full of the fullness of the Niagara in response to the wonder of the waterfall...."

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Atheists, and Christians: Is the story of Abraham just an allegory?
In the Galatians 4.20-34 says that the the story of the 2 sons he had with one with Sarah and the other with Hagar are an allegory
www.biblegateway.com/passage/?sea…

any version of english translation says the same thing.
Abraham might be a real person, but the story of Abraham in the Old Testament is an allegory.
Galatians 4.24
"24These things are an allegory, for these are the two covenants: The one is from Mount Sinai, which engendereth bondage; this is Hagar."

The name of the slave has the meaning of a place, represents a place, and there is a huge chance that they are not real people but places.

In the Greek one, says clearly that it is an allegory and it doesn't leave any doubt about it, in other english translations they change the original a little bit. But because I am Greek and I can read clearly what it says by the original scripture from the Church it self tells clealry that it is an allegory.

I ask atheists also because they can give a more objective opinion of that passage, so please kindly read it and tell me what u think.

thanks!

I think all of Genesis and Exodus are legends and were never meant to be taken literally.

Who sais these quotes and to who in caesar? help plz?
The live-long day. (1.1.42)

Beware the ides of March. (1.2.13)

He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. (1.2.24)

I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. (1.2.28)

Poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men. (1.2.46)

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently. (1.2.87)

Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life: but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself. (1.2.92)

I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
We both have fed as well, and we can both
Endure the winter's cold as well as he. (1.2.97)

Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone. (1.2.129)

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings. (1.2.135)

When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,
That her wide walls encompassed but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man. (1.2.154)

There was a Brutus once that would have brook’d
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king. (1.2.167)

Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights;
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. (1.2.192)

'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness. (1.2.256)

He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men. (1.2.209)

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. (1.2.283)

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius. (1.3.90)

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself. (1.3.93)

'Tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend. (2.1.22)

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection. (2.1.63)

O conspiracy!
Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are most free? (2.1.77)

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds. (2.1.173)

For he is superstitious grown of late,
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies. (2.1.196)

But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does, being then most flattered. (2.1.208)

Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. (2.1.240)

That great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one. (2.1.272)

You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart. (2.1.286)

Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so fathered and so husbanded? (2.1.296)

Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. (2.2.22)

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. (2.2.30)

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come. (2.2.34)

Danger knows full well
That Caesar is more dangerous than he:
We are two lions littered in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible. (2.2.45)

O constancy! be strong upon my side;
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue;
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel! (2.4.6)

Caesar. The ides of March are come.
Soothsayer. Ay, Caesar; but not gone. (3.1.1)

But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament. (3.1.58)

Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar! (3.1.77)

Ambition's debt is paid. (3.1.83)

He that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death. (3.1.101)

How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted o'er,
In states unborn, and accents yet unknown! (3.1.111)

O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure? (3.1.148)

Your swords, made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world. (3.1.155)

O! pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers;
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever livèd in the tide of times. (3.1.254)

Cry, 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war. (3.1.268)

Passion, I see, is catching. (3.1.283)

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. (3.2.15)

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. (3.2.22)

As he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. (3.2.27)

Who is here so base that would be a bondman? (3.2.31)

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones. (3.2.79)

He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man. (3.2.91)

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. (3.2.97)

O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. (3.2.110)

But yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence. (3.2.124)

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquished him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua,
Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
O! what a fall was there, my countrymen;
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
O! now you weep, and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. (3.2.189)

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man,
That love my friend. (3.2.221)

Were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. (3.2.231)

He hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. (3.2.252)

Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us anything. (3.2.271)

When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforcèd ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. (4.2.20)

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm. (4.3.7)

Shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? (4.3.23)

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman. (4.3.27)

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am armed so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. (4.3.67)

By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection. (4.3.72)

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. (4.3.86)

All his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn’d, and conn’d by rote. (4.3.92)

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries. (4.3.218)

We must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures. (4.3.247)

The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity. (4.3.251)

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made. (5.1.125)

O! that a man might know
The end of this day's business, ere it come;
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known. (5.1.131)

This day I breathèd first: time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compass. (5.3.23)

O hateful error, melancholy's guy!
Why dost thou show, to the apt thoughts of men,
The things that are not? (5.3.67)

I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies. (5.4.28)

Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it.
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. (5.5.45)

This was the noblest Roman of them all;
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He, only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, 'This was a man!' (5.5.68)

(1.2.13) -- Soothsayer

(1.2.24) -- Caesar

(1.2.28) -- Brutus

(1.2.46) -- Brutus

(1.2.97) -- Cassius

(1.2.129) -- Cassius

(1.2.135) -- Cassius

(1.2.154) -- Cassius

(1.2.167) -- Cassius

(1.2.192) -- Caesar

(1.2.209) -- Caesar

(1.2.283) -- Cicero (I think)

(1.3.90) -- Cassius

(2.1.22) -- Brutus

(2.1.63) -- Brutus

(2.1.77) -- Brutus

(2.1.173) - Brutus

(2.1.240) - Brutus

(2.1.286) - Brutus

(2.2.22) - Calpurnia

(2.2.30) - Calpurnia

(2.2.34) - Caesar

(2.4.6) - Portia

(3.1.58) - Caear

(3.1.77) - Caesar

(3.1.148) - Antony

(3.1.254) - Antony

(3.1.268) - Antony

(3.2.15) - Brutus

3.2.22) _Brutus

(3.2.27) - Brutus

(3.2.31) Brutus

(3.2.79) - Antnoy

(3.2.91)
(3.2.97) --- Antony (for all)
(3.2.189)
(3.2.221)
(3.2.231)
(3.2.252)

(4.3.7) -- Brutus

(5.5.45) - Brutus

Those are the only ones I know by quick memory

Why Don't People Care That President Barrack Obama has Had Homosexual (Gay) Sex? Do you think we should care?
BEFORE RESPONDING PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE EVIDENCE BELOW, PLEASE BE CIVIL IN RESPONDING TO THESE FACTUALLY SUPPORTED ALLEGATIONS.

Our President Has Had Gay Sex

Obama's self named mentor, Frank Davis, wrote a pornographic novel (Sex Rebel: Black) about seducing and having homosexual sex with African American teenagers; the cover of which features a naked young black youth facing away from the viewer. In the book he writes of selling cocaine, a substance the president openly admits to using. Also the limo-driver who alleged he had a homosexual affair with the current President also alleges that Obama provided him with both cocaine and crack cocaine. The fact that Davis wrote about cocaine dealing was unknown at the time the man made his claims regarding the sexual affair. This is food for thought.

Davis was a mentor to Obama during his youth, including his high-school years.

If you doubt that Frank Davis really wrote this, EVEN THE ULTRA-LIBERAL HUFFINGTON POST ACKNOWLEDGES that Obama's "father-figure" wrote a porn book about seducing young black teens:
www.huffingtonpost.com/lisa-derri…

HERE IS THE COVER OF THE BOOK THAT DEPICTS A HALF NAKED OBAMA LOOK-ALIKE:
www.piratenews.org/obama-sex-rebe…

FULL STORY OF HOMOSEXUAL BOOK AND CONNECTION TO OBAMA DAVIS SEX:

" For seven years, the presidential candidate had a "father-son" relationship with Frank Marshall Davis, who has confessed to having sex with guyren, sadomasochism, bondage and practicing a wide array of deviant sexual activities.

In his 1995 memoir Dreams from My Father, Obama identifies his guyhood mentor only as "Frank," but Obama insiders later confirmed he was referring to Davis, a journalist and poet who was a pal of Obama's maternal grandfather, Stanley Dunham.

Frank Marshall Davis admitted in his private papers that he had secretly authored a hard-core pornographic autobiography called Sex Rebel: Black, published in 1968. The author of the book - a copy of which was been obtained by The ENQUIRER - is listed as "Bob Greene." Davis later confessed to its authorship after a reader noticed similarities in style and phraseology between that book and Davis' poetry.

Davis confessed: "I could not truthfully deny that this book, which came out in 1968 as a Greenleaf Classic, was mine."

The appalling catalog of admitted real-life decadence is laced with perverted sexual activity, bisexuality, rape - and the seduction of guyren.

"Davis' admission he wrote this disturbing book exposes Obama's mentor as living a secret double life - and as a sexual pervert," disclosed a source.

In his shocking tell-all, Davis admits to seducing a thirteen year-old girl, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bisexuality, rape and sadomasochism.

Barack, called "Barry" as a guy, was a mere ten year old when he first met the family friend who lead a secret double life.

Obama's grandfather introduced Barry and Davis because he believed it would help his alienated grandson identify with being of mixed heritage because Barack's mother, Ann, was a white American while his father, Barack Sr.black Kenyan.

Obama's parents separated and then divorced when Barack was only 2. Ann remarried and took Barack to live with her and new husband Lolo Soetoro in Indonesia - but Barack was later sent to live with his white grandparents in Honolulu, Hawaii.

Barack describes how Frank Davis had a lasting effect on him and became a father figure over the seven years they knew one another on the tropical island.

In Dreams from My Father, Obama wrote: "He would read us poetry whenever we stopped by his house, sharing whiskey with Gramps out of an emptied jelly jar.

"As the night wore on, the two of them would solicit my help in composing dirty limericks."

Obama described being counseled by Frank often and recalled drinking whiskey with him.

Since Frank Davis has been identified as the author of Sex Rebel: Black, Obama has been extremely secretive about the true nature of his experience with the self-admitted deviant. "

you have to realize who your audience is... of course liberals could care less, THAT's WHY they are liberal!
I agree it is shocking stuff if true...not something i would want in my leader, but then again, i am a conservative with values...not a liberal with no values....