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I used to be a hopeless romantic. I am still a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was the highest value. I still believe that love is the highest value. I don't expect to be happy. I don't imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy. I don't think of love as the answer or the solution. I think of love as a force of nature - as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is life-giving. And when it burns out, the planet dies.
-Jeanette Winterson, "Lighthousekeeping" |
"Live out of your imagination, not your history." ~ Stephen Covey
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"You can be gloomy when you're young, when you've got the energy for it and you need to explore the emotional perimeters and so forth and so on. When you get old, the truest reaction to the world, the truest feeling is just pure astonishment at the world in which we live."
- Garrison Keillor |
After 5000 years of recorded human history, you wonder, What part of 2,000,000 sunrises doesn't a pessimist understand?
~Robert Brault |
There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing.
- Lorraine Hansberry |
Ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente -Refran Español
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"At the end of your life, you will never regret not having passed one more test, not winning one more verdict or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with a husband, a friend, a child, or a parent." - Barbara Bush |
“Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment” - Carl Sandburg |
“Traveling is not just seeing the new; it is also leaving behind. Not just opening doors; also closing them behind you, never to return. But the place you have left forever is always there for you to see whenever you shut your eyes.” - Jan Myrdal |
Excellent quote.
"Autism (with a capital “A”) to me, says that I accept my child wholly. I celebrate his differences and his quirky-ness. I advocate diversity. I try to empower him. I am proud of his successes, no matter how small they seem. I hope he holds onto the compassion he has in his heart into adulthood. I do not think he needs “fixing”. I am proud that he is my son, and sometimes I am humbled by that very same thought."
The Quirk Factor: Resistance is futile.... |
All the things i really like doing are either illegal, immoral or fattening...... cool eh.
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I will love you.
And you will have no say in the matter. You will be sitting reading. I will step through the wall and take you by the ears. Gold Latin will come out of your mouth. Years will pass. We will be old. I will have loved you, against my nature, no other being worthy, thrown as I am on my own powers, alone there. And as we sit together reading you will say “Did you really love me?” And I will be terrified. By Stan Rice |
and so it goes...
"For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don't believe, no proof is possible."
~Stuart Chase |
borrowed from a friend....
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey" died peacefully at the age of 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
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"The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson |
"To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring." ~George Santayana |
"He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts." ~Samuel Johnson |
It's too bad that stupidity isn't painful.
(Anton LaVey) |
I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.
Virginia Satir |
“No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.”
- General George S. Patton, Jr. |
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