Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Just Because
I do my thing and you do your thing.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
And you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.
If not, it can't be helped.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
And you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.
If not, it can't be helped.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I heart Oscar Wilde
No matter his issues, his predilections, his somewhat mad view of life the man was a genius. Here are but a few of his most fantastic quotes.
The Picture of Dorian Gray
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all
Genius lasts longer than beauty.
Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
To define is to limit.
Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.
TBC
The Picture of Dorian Gray
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all
Genius lasts longer than beauty.
Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
To define is to limit.
Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.
TBC
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Lessons from Today
Life is too short for regrets
Life is too short to hold grudges
Think how you want to be remembered
Sadly it is at your funeral that how much you are truly loved and remembered becomes obvious
Never wait to say something important, do something important or say or do something you think matters even if it isn't important
because
Life Is Too Short For Regrets.
Life is too short to hold grudges
Think how you want to be remembered
Sadly it is at your funeral that how much you are truly loved and remembered becomes obvious
Never wait to say something important, do something important or say or do something you think matters even if it isn't important
because
Life Is Too Short For Regrets.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Going around in circles
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Forever Searching
Better to light a candle than curse the darkness
The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Imagine if you will
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide on man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth;
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide on man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth;
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.
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