Tuesday, 03 November 2009

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    To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.

    Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had.

    If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.
    —Robert Fritz

    If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

    I'd rather do half as much with twice as much passion,
    say half as much with twice as much meaning.

    It's almost like you had it planned,
    it's like you smiled & shook my hand..
    And said, "Hey, i'm about to screw you over big time."

    May your organs fail you before your dreams do.

    things don't get lost if they don't have value.
    you don't miss what you don't care about.

     

    The average person tells 4 lies a day,
    or 1460 a year a total of 88,000 by the age of 60.
    And the most common lie is: I'm Fine.

    sometimes not being in control is the most beautful thing in the world.

    My thoughts tend to sound better in books I didn't write, and in the songs I didn't sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.

    As we grow older, it becomes difficult to just believe. It's not that we don't want to, but too much has happened and we can't.

    One of the most difficult phases in life is not when no one understands you.  It’s when you don’t understand yourself.

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Friday, 30 October 2009

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    What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?
    What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay?
    I'm falling to pieces, yeah.
    I'm falling to pieces.

    I long to see the sun.
    my legs try to carry me,

    but my heart weighs me down.

    In the day by day collision called the art of growing up,
    there's an innocence we look for in the stars.
    To be taken to the younger days,
    when there was no giving up on the people we held closest to our hearts.

    I've laid for seven years
    here inside my mind.
    Alone in my inaction,
    doubt has left me blind.

    Everybody just keeps on moving on in this crazy,
    messed up world. That's all you can do anyways.
    You keep smiling, you keep moving, you just keep on living.
    'cause who knows, you might just be the only thing
    keeping somebody else from stopping.
    You might be someone's everything and not even know it.
    If you stop moving, what's to keep them from stopping too?

    You ever wake up from a really good dream,
    and try to get back to sleep?
    Or you got the flu and you promise yourself
    you will appreciate normal so much more,
    if you can just get back to it? That's the way I feel.
    I just want things to go back to the way they were

    Here am I, going nowhere.
    Here am I, growing older.
    Here am I, getting lost and lonely.

    Why sometimes does my life feel so tame?


    And our vices make it bearable enough, to know our lives are shit, but to not give a fuck.
    They make it bearable enough to help us on our way.
    But it still feels nice to feel alive.
    To try and find home or someplace to thrive.
    It feels great to be alive except for all those times we feel dead.

    You can't breathe until you choke.
    You gotta laugh when you're the joke.
    There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive.

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    I know what it's like to be afraid.
    I said I know, I feel it every goddamn day.
    And I know what it's like to be angry all the time.
    I know what it's like to always be the last in line.


    Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true. -To Write Love on Her Arms

    Is that it? Are you the only person in the world that's been let down? The only one that's been hurt, abandoned? What gives you the right to act like you are?

    You spend so much time expecting the worst that you don't even notice the moments when people are loving you.

    I've been living in slow motion for two days shy of four months and my critics are the best friends I swear I knew once. And in the end, I guess I really never was enough

    Try and expect nothing,
    but be open for anything.
    Don't look for happiness,
    but don't settle for anything less.


    I choose resistance, I choose my distance
    I can always choose to be free.

    You've got to think about all the things you like
    and decide whether they're worth sticking around for.
    And if they are, you'll find a way to do this.
    "And what if I don't?"
    Then you go away.
    And you don't get to like anything anymore.

    Movies, TV screens reflect just what you expected
    There's a world of shiny people somewhere else
    Out there following their bliss
    living easy, getting kissed
    while you wonder what else you're doing wrong

    For some reason, it struck me
    that all these parts and pieces didn't explain
    fear or lust, ambition or love. 
    There wasn't an organ I could probe
    to uncover kindness,
    or some tissue I could explore
    to find human will,
    or the drive to make music.

    The most beautiful thing we can
    experience is the mysterious.
    The knowledge of the existence of
    something unfathomable to us,
    the manifestation of the most profound reason
    coupled with the most brilliant beauty.
    I am satisfied with the mystery of life's eternity


    And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
    Or the moment of truth in your lies
    When everything seems like the movies
    Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

    All around me are familiar faces
    Worn out places, worn out faces
    Bright and early for their daily races
    Going nowhere, going nowhere

    To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.


    What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't happened yet.

    Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything. Creating chaos. You wait for the dust to settle and then you choose. You can live in the wreckage and pretend it's still the mansion you remember. Or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild

    You can walk into a room and spot them.
    They seem fine when you talk to them but every now and again, across the room, you catch them looking off into the distance at an invisible point that maybe, they once reached.
    They laugh a little different.
    They hesitate a little more.
    Now they know what it feels like.
    And something about their eyes when they listen to music says, 'turn it up until my ears bleed, let it be the last thing I hear.'


    I am always sad, I think.
    Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition and I am always the same thing.
    Perhaps I am the only person in the world then who never becomes sad.
    Perhaps I am lucky.

    After my brush with the suicidal impulse, I listen with new ears to others when they speak on the subject.
    I think there are people who were born with that little door open and they have to go through life knowing that they might jump through it at any moment.

    The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad.
    You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, 'No, I'm happy for you"?
    That's when it's really sad.

    may the wind always be at your back,
    and the sun always upon your face,
    and may the wings of destiny carry you
    aloft to dance with the stars.

    I always fall in love with an open door, with a horizon on an endless sea

    When you come to the edge of all the light you have, and you must take a step into the darkness of the unknown, believe that one of two things will happen to you--either there will be something solid for you to stand on or you will be taught how to fly.

    And you probably don't want to hear
    that tomorrow's another day,
    but I promise you, you'll see the sun again.

    My goal is not to wake up at age 40
    with the bitter realization that I have wasted
    my life on a job I hate because I was forced
    to decide on a career in my teens.

    The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes.
    If you foolishly ignore beauty, you will soon find
    yourself without it. Your life will be impoverished.
    But if you invest in beauty, it will remain
    with you all the days of your life.
    -Frank Lloyd Wright


Thursday, 10 September 2009

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    You belong among the wildflowers
    You belong in a boat out at sea
    You belong with your love on your arm
    You belong somewhere you feel free

    Do things with passion or not at all.

    Someone in India told me that flowers are the earth laughing

    So don't let the world bring you down.
    Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
    Remember why you came and while you're alive
    experience the warmth before you grow old.

    You cannot go back in time,
    even if you wish it with every fiber of
    your being, your heart and soul,
    even if you think about it every day.
    Trust me. I know.

    You can measure time in wrinkles,
    bursts of clarity and insight, warm beds,
    waiting in line at the bank or
    the distance between two kisses.
    It stretches and shrinks
    and sometimes even bends.
    That's why your heart will always
    keep better time than a clock

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    How do you know how much is too much?
    Too much too soon, too much information, too much fun,
    too much love, too much to ask,
    and when is it all just too much to bear?

    Life is not tried it is merely survived if you're standing outside the fire.

    sometimes you need a breakdown
    one of those yell at everyone,
    cry until you fall and can't breathe
    kind of breakdowns.
    then you fell better.
    and if you don't,
    at least people will know you're not okay.

    you've done more then you think,
    you've done more than you know.

    Plant your own garden
    And decorate your own soul,
    Instead of
    waiting
    For someone
    to bring you flowers.

    A joyful life is an individual creation that cannot be copied from a recipe.

    The miracle of life itself; why people live and die, why they hurt and get hurt is still a mystery. We want to know the reason, the secret, the answer at the back of the book…because the thought of our being all alone down here is just too much for us to bear. But at the end of the day, the fact that we show up for each other, in spite our differences, no matter what we believe, is reason enough to keep believing.


    there is hope for everything
    for this life we're all living.
    and in my dim reflections
    i know our stories are still being written.

    The sun in the sky
    never raised an eye to me.
    I'm not good looking
    but I'm someone's child,
    no one can give me the air
    that's mine to breathe.

    I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing just prayed to a god that I don't beleive in. 'Cause I got time while she got freedom'cause when a heart breaks, no it don't break even.

    I am out of season all year 'round,
    hear machinery roar to my empty sound.
    Touch my heart and feel winter,
    hold my hand and be doomed forever.

    At the end of the day you either focus on what separates you or what holds you together.

    Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.



     

Monday, 24 August 2009

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    "I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery - air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'this is what it is to be happy'

    All I want to do is help.
    I want to help because I don't think people
    should suffer as they do,
    because if there's no bigger meaning,
    then the smallest act of kindness
    is the greatest thing in the world.

    When you remember how hard it is to change yourself, you begin to understand what little chance we have of changing others.

    The littlest things make me laugh.
    It's not hard to please me.
    I'm a free-spirit. I'm strong and determined.
    I love to look at the stars. I'm just a girl.
    & all i wanna be is yours.

    "Our hearts are drunk with a beauty
    our eyes could never see."
    -George W. Russell-

    "The only normal people are the
    ones you don't know very well."
    -Joe Ancis-

    "May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art: write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself."
    -Neil Gaiman-

     

    Rule number one:
    Always stick around for one more drink.
    That’s when things happen.
    That’s when you find out everything you want to know.


    And I'm content to walk a little slower,
    because there's nowhere that I really need to be.
    And I find that life's easier,
    when it's just a blur with no details
    to confuse who or what or where I was.

    But I will say that if you're alive,
    you got to flap your arms and legs,
    you got to jump around a lot,
    you got to make a lot of noise,
    because life is the very opposite of death
    and therefore, as I see it,
    if you're quiet, you're not living.

    You've got to be noisy
    or at least your thoughts should be noisy
    and colorful and lively.

    "Every sunset brings peace, every sunrise brings hope."

    "Now that it's all over, what did you really
    do yesterday that's worth mentioning?"
    -Coleman Cox-

    You wear the tie because it never occurred to you not to. You eat eggs every morning but never at night. you feel excitement and companionship when rich men you've never met put a ball through a net or over a goal line, you feel guilty and a little suspicious every time you see a Salvation Army Santa ringing his bell, you look down at least half a second if a woman leans foward and your stomach rumbles every time you drive by a golden arch, even if you weren't hungry before. Everybody's programmed.
    -Dollhouse

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    Sometimes when I'm driving I wonder
    where the other cars are going, where
    they are headed, and if they're
    just as lonely as I am.

    Passion. It lies in all of us, sleeping, waiting. and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts, sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.

    "If we were to wake up some morning
    and find that everyone was the same
    race, creed, and color, we would find
    some other cause for prejudice by noon
    ."
    -George Aiken-

    "Dreaming permits each and every one
    of us to be quietly and safely insane
    every night of our lives."
    -William Dement-

    Every kid needs a hero - everybody knows that. They teach us about courage, about ideals… about life. Sometimes heroes are easy to spot. But sometimes… they turn up in unlikely places.

    Whatever you are, be a good one.

    "There are moments when it's too quiet.
    particularly late at night or early in the mornings.
    that's when you know there's something
    lacking in your life. you just know."
    -Frank Sinatra-

    And then my soul saw you and it kind of went,
    "Oh there you are; i've been looking for you."

    I don’t know why, with such a glorious world as we’ve been provided, with birds, sunshine, beautiful trees and flowers, and the radio, why people don’t get on better than they do.
    -The Fortune

    There isn't anyone you couldn't love, once you've heard their story.

    I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen

    Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true. -To Write Love on Her Arms

    Eat that damn chocolate cake, get your hair wet, love someone, dance in those muddy puddles, tell someone off, draw a picture with crayons like you're still 6 years old and then give it to someone who is very important to you. Take a nap, go on vacation, do a cartwheel, make your own recipe, dance like no one sees you, paint each nail a different color, take a bubble bath, laugh at a corny joke. Get on that table and dance, pick strawberries, take a jog, plant a garden, make an ugly shirt and wear it all day, learn a new language, write a song, date someone you wouldn't usually go for, make a scrap book, go on a picnic, relax in the sun, make your own home video, kiss the un-kissed, hug the un-hugged, love the unloved, and live your life to the fullest. So when you're standing in front of heaven's gate that chosen day, you'll have no regrets, no sorrows, no disappointments.


     


     


     

     


     


     

Monday, 03 August 2009

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    I know better than anyone,
    what happens when you get attached.

    Reading gives us somewhere to go,
    when we have to stay where we are

    Even though the times are changing,
    Just know that I'll always stay the same,
    I'll come running when you call my name.

    Remember:
    the time you feel lonely
    is the time you most need to be by yourself.
    Life’s cruelest irony

    I remember one morning getting up at dawn,
    there was such a sense of possibility.
    You know that feeling?
    And I remember thinking to myself
    this is the beginning of happiness.
    This is where it starts and of course
    there will always be more.
    It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning.
    It was happiness.
    It was the moment.
    Right then.

    Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten.
    -Neil Gaiman

    If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don’t mind being completely insane.

     Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird of flight, searching the skies for dreams.
    -Haruki Murakami

    Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

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    Stories never really end, even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
    -Cornelia Funke, Inkheart

    Even though you may want to move forward in your life,
    you may have one foot on the brakes.
    In order to be free, we must learn how to let go.
    Release the hurt.
    Release the fear.
    Refuse to entertain your old pain.
    The energy it takes to hang onto the past
    is holding you back from a new life.

    I think everybody needs a place to go
    when things become too much,
    a place where the world is the way you want it to be
    andsomewhere behind the morning.

    I need to be somewhere,
    where people aren't as evil and as cruel as they are here.
    I wanna be some
    where,
    where I feel so alive and no one can bring me down as they do here.
    I wanna go somewhere,
    where this is no pain and no one makes one another unhappy
    because they are simply unhappy with themselves as they are here.
    I wanna be there, where ever that is.

    Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you.—The Shack

    "No, nothing I ever do is good enough. Not beautiful enough, it's not funny enough, it's not deep enough, it's not anything enough. Now, when I see a rose, that's perfect. I mean, that's perfect. I want to look up to God and say, "How the hell did you do that? And why the hell can't I do that?"
     if you had a choice,

    it's how you would've created it.

    Often, it’s not about becoming a new person,
    but becoming the person you were meant to be,
    and already are,
    but don’t know how to be.

    I have always been delighted
    at the prospect of a new day,
    a fresh try,
    one more start,
    with perhaps a bit of magic
    waiting