Uncategorized Quotes - Page 115

Those 'back burner' thoughts, the ones the brain isn't quite sure about yet, may cook the slowest yet they often manage to be the tastiest when they come out.

Thane Ealdian prowls the earth once more. Shutter your houses. Bar your doors. Offer him gold and women to satisfy his cravings. A black dragon is like the very devil himself.

I think there are lovely sunsets in hell—and that’s where my desire for you is sending me

Wait for it to rain and then go out into the street.

The light is supposed to enter through your breaks, wounds, and cracks.

His attention caught, her companion raised his eyes from the book which lay open beside him on the table and directed them upon her in a look of aloof enquiry. 'What's that? Did you say something to me, Venetia?''Yes, love,' responded his sister cheerfully, 'but it wasn't of the least consequence, and in any event I answered for you. You would be astonished, I daresay, if you knew what interesting conversations I enjoy with myself.

There is nothing more lonely than a true artist.

Now it was just the two of us, Max and me. And about a thousand other people around us.

There are countless reasons for reading, but when you’re young and uncertain of your identity, of who you may be, one of the most compelling is the quest to discover yourself reflected in the pages of a book.

When they lay in bed together it was—as it had to be, as the nature of the act demanded—an act of violence. It was surrender, made the more complete by the force of their resistance. It was an act of tension, as the great things on earth are things of tension. It was tense as electricity, the force fed on resistance, rushing through wires of metal stretched tight; it was tense as water made into power by the restraining violence of a dam. The touch of his skin against hers was not a caress, but a wave of pain, it became pain by being wanted too much, by releasing in fulfillment all the past hours of desire and denial.

If you don't have a well-thought out dream, you can start by figuring out where you want to go. If you cannot see yourself fairly or accurately represented in the community you live (from restaurants to department stores to clothing choices to conversations at the dinner table) and nothing there makes you feel awake or alive, I suggest you start doing some research on some other communities.

I have read the bible, seen its errors and perfections, but the bits of lie contained therein has contaminated the truth.

* If you have a light, share it with people; if you have a darkness, share it with the Sun!

Me to Comma: I will never get use to you wanting to butt your way into my sentences -- even if you're right.

Beware. Those with the least amount of authority exercise it the most often.

What is the finding of love, but a voice answering a voice?

Don’t give explanation to anyone because who believes you, no need and who do not will not agree.

There are some situations which men understand by instinct, by which reason is powerless to explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listened to an entire poem, and when th sufferer is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as sublime.

The Gospel is the walking life, not the walking dead.

The opportunity cost of an unlived dream is not only that dream, but also the dreams the dream was meant to inspire.

-to me, the future doesn't seem real. It's just this magical place where I can put my responsibilities so that I don't have to be scared while hurtling toward failure at right hundred miles per hour.

You care for each other. There's a love for one another. People don't want to use that word, but I thought that Wenger set that influence. Because you get some managers who would trust you, they've all got good knowledge, but not all of them care for you. But he cared in such a way that you gave more for him. He spread that. He certainly spread that to me. I felt I was being more caring, or more helpful towards other people because of what he did. I felt that habit and behaviour came from the boss. - Martin Keown

DYING IS NOT HOTBy Celia the DarkCool is no longer cool because cool is now hot,and school isn't school if you are skipping.Then the neighborhood is school and John,the creepy dropout guy is teaching.And it isn't cool because the cool kids stay in school,where the other cool kids tell them them how hot they areand they wouldn't want to miss a dance for cutting.Kids who skip school were never cool or hot butalready dumped into the trashcan with leftover lunch pizza,bruised into a locker, asking their parents for extra lunch moneyso they can smoke and act like they never cared anyway.And skipping school's not cool but it is schoolbecause that's where they learn what the uncool learnabout life and dying.

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.

My loneliness was an important part of my own little universe, not some pathological disease that needs to be gotten [sic] rid of.

The undeniable paradox of human existence is that a person seeks closeness with other people while protecting his or her sanctified right of privacy. Each person must carefully guard their personal identity in order to give their life a unique purposefulness. Loving other people and nature is not mutually exclusive of a person maintaining independence of thought and action. A person need not surrender his or her own pursuit of personal excellence when maintaining a respectful and reciprocal relationship with a life mate.

Somehow, we were passing the boundaries of language and finding clarity in shared thought, even if we were just talking about beer!

Beginnings are easier to find in hindsight

Learn to resist but do not be un-moveable in your resistance. Resist like the water.

I've chosen a life that's so different from everybody else's that it cuts me off from them. Practically everybody I know treats me like a guest celebrity. Of course it's my own fault. I feel so damn alone sometimes, I feel like I could just float away into the stratosphere and everybody would stand there looking up at me and not one would haul me back down to earth. No ropes.

The people who say poverty is no excuse for low performance are now using teacher accountability as an excuse for doing nothing about poverty.

A tornado of thought is unleashed after each new insight. This in turn results in an earthquake of assumptions. These are natural disasters that re-shape the spirit.

Remember that the three words that kills learning are "I already know".

Sometimes in life, you have to take difficult steps and tough decisions, in order to achieve something bigger.

Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular. But the realism is merely a mask for depression's actual essence, which is an overwhelming estrangement from humanity. The more persuaded you are of your unique access to the rottenness, the more afraid you become of engaging with the world; and the less you engage with the world, the more perfidiously happy-faced the rest of humanity seems for continuing to engage with it.

God’s desire is to reveal Himself to everyone, yet He will manifest Himself only to those who love Him.

Meditation is for many a foreign concept, somehow distant and foreboding, seemingly impossible to participate in. But another word for meditation is simply awareness. Meditation is awareness.

That’s what games are, in the end. Teachers. Fun is just another word for learning.

If you have never failed, then you have not known life.

You think you know someone by looking at his face but what can one face say about the thousand thoughts behind those eyes.

He sat up, going still. “Am I wearing a wife-beater, Lizvetta?” He gaped down. “Oh, come on!”Lothaire

In matters of religion and matrimony I never give advice, because I will not have anybody's torments in this world or the next laid to my charge.

Malory! You've got a chipmunk on your pussy!

[What Rushdie took away from reading Gunter Grass's The Tin Drum]: Go for broke. Always try and do too much. Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath before you begin talking. Aim for the stars. Keep grinning. Be ruthless. Argue with the world. And never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things--childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves--that go on slipping like sand, through our fingers.

One of the biggest misconceptions remains that Neil Gaiman spent his youth lurching from bedsit to library and back again, subsisting on a diet of blood-temperature baked beans and the wild leeks he managed to pull from the side of a disused railway track. It is a misconception that he nurtures, whether consciously or otherwise, through omission.

For whom, I asked myself innocently, were the riches and dominions that the English conquered and held on to at any price in the most remote corners of the planet? The neighborhoods which succeeded one another interminably down the narrow cobbled streets were not inhabited by the beneficiaries of those enterprises.

If you're not honest about what you want, you're never going to get anywhere.

Beautiful isn't something you become. It's something you realize you are.

Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier.

Lord, behold our family here assembled. We thank You for this place in which we dwell, for the love accorded us this day, for the hope with which we expect the morrow; for the health, the work, the food and the bright skies that make our lives delightful; for our friends in all parts of the earth. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind. Spare us to our friends, soften us to our enemies. Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavors; if it may not, give us strength to endure that which is to come that we may be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temperate in wrath and in all changes of fortune and down to the gates of death, loyal and loving to one another. We beseech of you this help and mercy for Christ's sake.

At some point, loneliness becomes less a condition than a habit.

Your first written sentence is the foundation of all of your dreams.

I can't explain my feelings for him...they're strange. But he says it is why we are so much alike, why I dream of him. He calls it The Craving.

Cup of JoeThere's nothing like a cup of joe,when the morning's grey and grim and slow,when the streets collide with the world outside,when litter lies where lilies grow.Just drink that smoking cup of blackand feel your feelings surging back.Plus, spill a drop and a coffee shopwill sprout up from a sidewalk crack!

You are a very special person. There is only one like you in the whole world. There's never been anyone exactly like you before, and there will never be again. Only you. And people can like you exactly as you are.

Its decision to suck up an extra helping of toddler soup would cost it dearly.

Carefully analyze the old stories that you choose to perpetually tell, for these are really life-long meditations.

We're all running away. Some of us just don't get very far.

She shot him a look she thought he might still remember, the same one a rattler gives right before it strikes.

It's bad when they don't treat you right... but it's tragic that you continue to allow it. Let today be the day you love yourself enough to say, NEVER AGAIN!