Prompt: Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears Today of past Regrets and future Fears: Tomorrow!—Why, Tomorrow I may be Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand Years.
Prompt: Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears Today of past Regrets and future Fears: Tomorrow!—Why, Tomorrow I may be Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand Years.
Prompt: Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears Today of past Regrets and future Fears: Tomorrow!—Why, Tomorrow I may be Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand Years.
Prompt: It’s okay to lose yourself for a few days only if you know you will find yourself at the other side. The days could become weeks or even months. Sometimes years, maybe a lifetime. Who are you to set an alarm on a dream.
Prompt: Yesterday I was clever so I wanted to change the world.Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.\"
Prompt: werelion roaring, tan fur, hulking were-creature wearing yellow pants, muscular digitigrade legs, sharp claws, paws, lion tail, power ranger, black and yellow
Negative: tiger, fox, dog, shoes, pauldrons
Prompt: Create a stunning image for \"Yesterday I was clever so I wanted to change the world.Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.\"
Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
Prompt: My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Prompt: an image described by: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God’s own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
Prompt: The shit we said in the heat of the moment will end in regret, but we will only know it in the cold light of day.
Prompt: Digital infographic business. Abstract hologram hi-tech background. Virtual reality technology innovation. Head-up display interface. Futuristic Sci-Fi glowing HUD circle, dark blue color
Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: make a person go after their goals, making a day become day 1, where every effort is rewarded at the end of it all..
Prompt: May there always be a sky, may there always be a sun, may there always be a mother, may there always be me.
Prompt: May there always be a sky, may there always be a sun, may there always be a mother, may there always be me.
Prompt: May there always be a sky, may there always be a sun, may there always be a mother, may there always be me.
Prompt: make a person aiming for their destiny, which we don't know what it is, but every effort in the end is rewarded according to the paths to follow.
Prompt: an image described by:All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move, All beings are in myself embraced. O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love, How art thou beating in a mortal’s breast ! It is Thy rapture flaming through my nerves And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee ; My body thy vessel is and only serves As a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy.
Prompt: an image described by: I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live …
Prompt: \"Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?\"
Prompt: C'est ma mère, monsieur, avec ma fiancée. Elles passent là-bas, l'une à l'autre pressée. La jeune m'a giflé, la vieille m'a fessé. Je vous jure pourtant que je les aimais bien; Mais, constamment, j'avais le besoin bénin D'exiger trop d'amour : ses larmes et son sein. Je vous jure, monsieur, qu'elles m'ont bien aimé. Ça n'est certes pas leur faute à toutes deux Si sans cesse je voulais être plus heureux. C'est ma mère, monsieur, avec ma fiancée. Pour moi, elles ne sont qu'un même être et leurs charmes Sont égaux ayant fait verser les mêmes larmes : Ma mère a pleuré sur moi, qui sanglotais Pour l'autre, refusant d'être à moi tout à fait; Je ne sais pas lequel de nous trois fut blessé... C'est ma mère, monsieur, avec ma fiancée.
Prompt: a black and white drawing of a woman with a skull on her face, ito junji art, subtle junji ito, junji ito artwork, horror manga, art style of junji ito, junji ito style, junji ito undertones, inspired by Junji Ito, junji ito's uzumaki, macabre smile
Prompt: I can show you how you see this world, how you feel about the past you can't remember and the reality you can't recognize.
Prompt: Did you know yourself, from that deaf Universe Having reached our earthly shores, What news, what priceless pledge Delivered to us from future centuries
Prompt: My heart, I never be, I never see, I never know Oh, heart, and then it falls, and then I fall, and then I know
Prompt: Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne, Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends. J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne. Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps. Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées, Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit, Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées, Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit. Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe, Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur, Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: show a person conquering life's challenges with the help of patience, showcase the results of having patience, encourage the viewers to take such an action, conveying the message that taking the hard path is always the best choice and how it would bring bigger and greater gains to you once you have arrived at the destination
Prompt: Count your life by smiles, not tears. Count your age by friends, not years. Happy birthday!”
Prompt: There's no time left to waste now that you're finally awake. You took a lifetime to deprogram so let's cut to the chase.
Prompt: A woman with her mouth wide open, with the following writings in her mouth: I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live …
Prompt: Each and every one of us, as long as you keep running hard, no matter how slow you run, no matter how far you go, we will always welcome the moment of dawn
Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: generate an image for a YouTube channel that deals with dark love and psychology trick with the name Obsidian Hearts engraved on the picture
Prompt: In a secluded chamber, a figure with twilight-woven hair is surrounded by a dance of bioluminescent lilies, conceptualized by Alan Lee and brought to life with the detailed realism of Craig Mullins. John Howe's dynamic lighting casts dramatic shadows, creating a ballet of color and form. (subterranean symphony:1.1)
Negative: inertia, starkness, simplicity.
Prompt: She does not fade beyond the last edge, The glory that is on life's path No less than a feat, a test, - May God grant that we can move it again
