I can't help it...I read these quotes and find inspiration...therefore, I must post them! Here we go:
New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other
reason but because they are not already common. John Locke, philosopher
(1632-1704)
Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and
pretty soon you have a dozen. John Steinbeck, novelist, Nobel laureate
(1902-1968)
A timid question will always receive a confident answer. Henry Lytton
Bulwer, diplomat and author (1801-1872)
A quiet conscience sleeps in thunder. English proverb
Questions show the mind's range, and answers its subtlety. Joseph Joubert,
essayist (1754-1824)
To know another language is to have a second soul. Charlemagne, King of the
Franks (742-814)
The voice of conscience is so delicate that it is easy to stifle it; but it
is also so clear that it is impossible to mistake it. Madame De Stael,
writer (1766-1817)
There is no man so good, who, were he to submit all his thoughts and
actions to the laws, would not deserve hanging ten times in his life.
Michel de Montaigne, essayist (1533-1592)
Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the
whole of our existence. Honore de Balzac, novelist (1799-1850)
Lower your voice and strengthen your argument. Lebanese proverb
There is a field beyond all notions of right and wrong. Come, meet me
there. Rumi, poet and mystic (1207-1273)
You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do
something about its width and depth. H.L. Mencken, writer, editor, and
critic (1880-1956)
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found
words. Robert Frost, poet (1874-1963)
In words are seen the state of mind and character and disposition of the
speaker. Plutarch, biographer and philosopher (circa 46-120)
Poetry is the clear expression of mixed feelings. W.H. Auden, poet
(1907-1973)
The shorter a word, the more meanings it has. Paul A Delaney, meteorologist
Laws too gentle are seldom obeyed; too severe, seldom executed. Benjamin
Franklin, statesman, author, and inventor (1706-1790)
I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is
discovering. Robert Frost, poet (1874-1963)
And this would be the story of my life:
Find that guy who doesn't care if you laugh too much,
chew gum with your mouth open, sing horribly, cry at
the movies, or act insane when you two fight...all it
does it make him love you even more.
This is great:
I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they handle these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as "making a life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to believe I'm the only one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
And truth:
Sometimes, the things that are the hardest
to let go of .. are the things that you never
really had.
Fast-forwarding through iTunes to find a song to put on here, and it was Name...which I love...and quite ironic at that...hmmm...
And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away
And now we're grown up orphans
That never knew their names
We don't belong to no one
That's a shame
But if you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won't tell no one your name
Scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there
Did you get to be a star
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are
You grew up way too fast
And now there's nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell em your name
I think about you all the time
But I don't need the same
It's lonely where you are come back down
And I won't tell em your name
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