you must be the change you wish to see in the word.-mahamat gandhi sometimes the questions are complicated & the answers are simple- Dr. Seus "set your goals high, and don't stop till you get there"- Bo Jackson "if you can't fly, then run, if you can't run, then walk, if you can't walk, the crawl, but whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward"- Martin Luther King Jr. "a wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left"- Marilyn Monroe "when I saw you I fell in love and you smiled because you knew"- William Shakespeare "amis-amants: friends who have fun"-white collar
It’s a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.
I desire nothing, seek nothing but peace, the slumber of the soul. I have tasted all the hollowness and wretchedness of life and I despise it heartily. Whoever has lived and thought cannot but, in his soul, despise humanity. Activity, cares, worries, distractions - I am sick of them all. I wish for nothing, I seek nothing. I have no aim, for one gains that which one is eager for - and sees that it is all illusion. My joyous days have passed. I have cooled to them. In the educated world, amidst human beings, I feel the disadvantages of life too strongly, but alone, far from the crowd, I turn to stone. In this trance anything can happen, I see neither others nor myself. I do nothing and do not notice the actions either of others or myself - and I am at peace, I am indifferent. There can be no happiness for me, and I will not succumb to unhappiness.
I’m just as fucked up as they say
I can’t fake the daytime
Found an entrance to escape into the dark
Got false lights for the sun
It’s an artificial nocturne
It’s an outsider’s escape for a broken heart.
The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.
I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.
One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it’s 5 a.m., I figured you’d be less cranky if you had something nice to look at.”
In the case of good books, the point is not to see how many of them you can get through, but rather how many can get through to you.
There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human - in not having to be just happy or just sad - in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.