Topic: Can you express how you feel? | |
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Just joking.
But, no, there's a bunch of 'quote' strings on this site. If you had to pick one, positive or negative, what quote do you live by? I'm going to be a dork, - "But you write such pretty words, but life's no story book. Love is an excuse to get hurt, and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do, so hurt me." |
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"DON'T PANIC!" from the cover of The Hitchhikers' Guide To The Universe!
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Dead Poets Society~
"They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary." |
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“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” ― Mahatma Gandhi
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I'm going to go out on a dead branch and say that this is the coolest thread in the forums right now.
Okay - 2Kids is more interesting. But we're friends and I'm trying to build an audience. I think she'll dig it. |
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I'm going to go out on a dead branch and say that this is the coolest thread in the forums right now. Okay - 2Kids is more interesting. But we're friends and I'm trying to build an audience. I think she'll dig it. I concur. |
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“to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.” ― Ellen Bass |
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"there are worse things
than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late" — Charles Bukowski |
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"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." -Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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Rejoice O young men in thy youth..." -Ecclesiastes
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If you have skeletons in your closet, make them dance
George Bernard Shaw |
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"One is always considered mad when one perfects something that others cannot grasp."
- Ed Wood |
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Another good one from Gandhi.
"A man is but the product of his thoughts what he thinks, he becomes." -- Mahatma Gandhi |
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Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field.
I'll meet you there. ~Rumi |
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"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."
— Friedrich Nietzsche |
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What's the difference between a pickpocket and a peeping tom? A pickpocket snatches watches.
-Redd Foxx |
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H3LL NO.....
I'm verclempt!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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"The sky looked scoured, remarkable, a cylinder of light formed at the base of the mountains, rising upward. At the end of the weekend the girl admitted to me that she had become a believer as we sat in the shade of the towering hills - "the crossing place" is what the girl called them, and when I asked her what she meant she said, "This is where the devil lives," and she was pointing at the mountains with a trembling hand but she was smiling now as the boy kept diving into the pool and the welts glistened on his tan back from where I had beaten him. The devil was calling out to her but it didn't scare the girl anymore because she wanted to talk to him now, and in the house was a copy of the book that had been written about us over twenty years ago and its neon cover glared from where it rested on the glass coffee table until it was found floating in the pool in the house in the movie colony beneath the towering mountains, water bloated, the sound of crickets everywhere, and then camera tracks across the desert until we start fading out the yellowing sky."
- Bret Easton Ellis |
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Sun 08/05/12 03:30 AM
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Let the man of learning, the man of lettered leisure, beware of
that queer and cheap temptation to pose to himself and to others as a cynic, as the man who has outgrown emotions and beliefs, the man to whom good and evil are as one. The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twisted pride in cynicism; there are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt. There is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect, than he who either really holds, or feigns to hold, an attitude of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty, whether in achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes to second achievement. A cynical habit of thought and speech, a readiness to criticize work which the critic himself never tries to perform, an intellectual aloofness which will not accept contact with life’s realities – all these are marks, not as the possessor would fain to think, of superiority but of weakness. They mark the men unfit to bear their part painfully in the stern strife of living, who seek, in the affection of contempt for the achievements of others, to hide from others and from themselves in their own weakness. The role is easy; there is none easier, save only the role of the man who sneers alike at both criticism and performance. It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face in marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. Shame on the man of cultivated taste who permits refinement to develop into fastidiousness that unfits him for doing the rough work of a workaday world. Among the free peoples who govern themselves there is but a small field of usefulness open for the men of cloistered life who shrink from contact with their fellows. Still less room is there for those who deride of slight what is done by those who actually bear the brunt of the day; nor yet for those others who always profess that they would like to take action, if only the conditions of life were not exactly what they actually are. The man who does nothing cuts the same sordid figure in the pages of history, whether he be a cynic, or fop, or voluptuary. There is little use for the being whose tepid soul knows nothing of great and generous emotion, of the high pride, the stern belief, the lofty enthusiasm, of the men who quell the storm and ride the thunder. Well for these men if they succeed; well also, though not so well, if they fail, given only that they have nobly ventured, and have put forth all their heart and strength. It is war-worn Hotspur, spent with hard fighting, he of the many errors and valiant end, over whose memory we love to linger, not over the memory of the young lord who “but for the vile guns would have been a valiant soldier.” from "Citizenship in a Republic" - Theodore Roosevelt |
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"Sometimes you have to take the Bull by the tail and face the situation."
-W. C. Fields |
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