“Death loses its terror when one has consummated one’s life”
“I have noticed that most people in this world are about as happy as they have made up their minds to be.”
When it comes to terror, reality’s got nothing on the power of the imagination.
Minds are like parachutes – they only function when open. – Thomas Dewar
Favorite quote I heard in a sermon this morning: “God is neither a republican or a democrat. God is love.”
“If you want to be free, all you have to do is let go.” Terry Hayes, I Am Pilgrim
“Buildings going up to the sky, people going down to the ground” – Bob Dylan
“What is, is what must be.”
At the moment “I accepted their ridicule by sulking manfully. They ignored that, too.”
You can lead a horticulture but you can’t make her think. By Dorothy Parker.
She said this on live TV when asked what it was like to work with Joan Crawford. Back in the day.
If you believe you can…or can’t you are right. Henry Ford
The women whom I love and admire for their strength and grace did not get that way because shit worked out. Elizabeth Gilbert
“As his hands fell upon the keyboard, it was still possible to believe a beautiful harmony had been formed at random, in spite of him. But a second later the music came surging out, the power of it sweeping away all doubts, voices, sounds, wiping away the fixed grins and exchanged glances, pushing back the walls, dispersing the light of the reception room out into the nocturnal immensity of the sky beyond the windows.
He did not feel as if he were playing. He was advancing through a night, breathing in its delicate transparency, made up as it was of an infinite number of facets of ice, of leaves, of wind. He no longer felt any pain. No fear about what would happen. No anguish or remorse. The night through which he was advancing expressed this pain, this fear, and the irremediable shattering of the past, but this had all become music and now only existed through its beauty.” ― Andreï Makine, Music of a Life
“Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.” – Terry Pratchett
time and feeding has expanded my once romantic form.
All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you. Tolkien
Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. Ernest Hemingway
Amen and Semper Fi!
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. ” Haruki Murakami – Kafka on the Shore.
“But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.” – J.R.R.Tolkien
“We’ll get a a pine studded bungalow… or a bung studded pinelow.” Richie Tozier to Bev Marsh in It
Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
” What floats your boat might not float hers.” ~ Love Anthony
To be or not to be: Shakespeare. To do is to be:Neitzche. Do-be, Do-be, Do: Sinatra.
“I had talked to him perhaps six times in the past month and found, he had very little to say” – The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
“You can pretend to care, but you can’t pretend to show up.” George L. Bell
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