- Marilyn Monroe
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Beauty in Strength
I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
- Charlotte Brontë
Jane Eyre
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Missing Switzerland
In the mountains, there you feel free.
– T. S. Eliot
The Wasteland
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Wednesday, August 24, 2011
True Love
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
- William Shakespeare
Sonnet 116
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Together
Friday, August 19, 2011
Lobbest Thou Thy Holy Hand Grenade
King Arthur: How does it... um... how does it work?
Sir Lancelot: I know not, my liege.
King Arthur: Consult the Book of Armaments.
Brother Maynard: Armaments, chapter two, verses nine through twenty-one.
Cleric: [reading] And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy." And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths, and carp and anchovies, and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit-bats and large chu...
Brother Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother...
Cleric: And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.
Brother Maynard: Amen.
All: Amen.
King Arthur: Right. One... two... five.
Galahad: Three, sir.
King Arthur: Three.
Sir Lancelot: I know not, my liege.
King Arthur: Consult the Book of Armaments.
Brother Maynard: Armaments, chapter two, verses nine through twenty-one.
Cleric: [reading] And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy." And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths, and carp and anchovies, and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit-bats and large chu...
Brother Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother...
Cleric: And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.
Brother Maynard: Amen.
All: Amen.
King Arthur: Right. One... two... five.
Galahad: Three, sir.
King Arthur: Three.
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
Inspiration
Sometimes it’s brilliance all around me
Sometimes it’s light I barely see
And though I utilize its grandeur
It does not belong to me
'Cause all I can do is vague description
As I do my best to share
The smooth perfection I can only dream of
The flow of all the life that's there
Life that's there
Sometimes it’s light I barely see
And though I utilize its grandeur
It does not belong to me
'Cause all I can do is vague description
As I do my best to share
The smooth perfection I can only dream of
The flow of all the life that's there
Life that's there
- Blues Traveler
Crystal Flame
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Know When to Hold 'Em
You gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ‘em,
know when to walk away, and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
know when to walk away, and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
- Kenny Rogers
The Gambler
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Unanswered Prayers
Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.
- Garth Brooks
Unanswered Prayers
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Monday, August 15, 2011
Hope Springs Eternal
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
-Alexander Pope,
An Essay on Man, Epistle I, 1733
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
-Alexander Pope,
An Essay on Man, Epistle I, 1733
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Friday, August 12, 2011
Are You Ready For Some...
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Don't Complain, Try Again
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Happy Birthday, Annie Fannie!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Sh***y First Drafts
For me and most of the other writers I know, writing is not rapturous. In fact, the only way I can get anything written at all is to write really, really sh***y first drafts.
- Annie Lamott
Bird by Bird
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Monday, August 8, 2011
Everybody Has a Good Side
Find the best in everybody. Just keep waiting no matter how long it takes. No one is all evil. Everybody has a good side; just keep waiting, it will come out.
- Randy Pausch
The Last Lecture
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Friday, August 5, 2011
Stay Curious!
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Are You Going to be Strong Today?
Running is a big question mark that's there each and every day. It asks you, 'Are you going to be a wimp or are you going to be strong today?'
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
The King's Breakfast
In honor of my Boobalicious' 5th birthday, instead of a quote I bring you his favorite poem: "The King's Breakfast." (Best read aloud with exaggerated British accents.)
The King asked the Queen, and
The Queen asked the Dairymaid:
"Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?"
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid said, "Certainly,
I'll go and tell the cow
Now before she goes to bed."
The Dairymaid she curtsied,
And went and told the Alderney:
"Don't forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread."
The Alderney said sleepily:
"You'd better tell his Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade instead."
The Dairymaid said, "Fancy!"
And went to her Majesty.
She curtsied to the Queen, and
She turned a little red:
"Excuse me, your Majesty,
For taking of the liberty,
But marmalade is tasty, if
It's very thickly spread."
The Queen said "Oh!:
And went to his Majesty:
"Talking of the butter for
The royal slice of bread,
Many people think that
Marmalade is nicer.
Would you like to try a little
Marmalade instead?"
The King said, "Bother!"
And then he said, "Oh, deary me!"
The King sobbed, "Oh, deary me!"
And went back to bed.
"Nobody," he whimpered,
"Could call me a fussy man;
I only want a little bit
Of butter for my bread!"
The Queen said, "There, there!"
And went to the Dairymaid.
The Dairymaid said, "There, there!"
And went to the shed.
The cow said, "There, there!
I didn't really mean it;
Here's milk for his porringer,
And butter for his bread."
The Queen took the butter
And brought it to his Majesty;
The King said, "Butter, eh?"
And bounced out of bed.
"Nobody," he said,
As he kissed her tenderly,
"Nobody," he said,
As he slid down the banisters,
"Nobody, my darling,
Could call me a fussy man -
BUT
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!"
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The Queen asked the Dairymaid:
"Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?"
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid said, "Certainly,
I'll go and tell the cow
Now before she goes to bed."
The Dairymaid she curtsied,
And went and told the Alderney:
"Don't forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread."
The Alderney said sleepily:
"You'd better tell his Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade instead."
The Dairymaid said, "Fancy!"
And went to her Majesty.
She curtsied to the Queen, and
She turned a little red:
"Excuse me, your Majesty,
For taking of the liberty,
But marmalade is tasty, if
It's very thickly spread."
The Queen said "Oh!:
And went to his Majesty:
"Talking of the butter for
The royal slice of bread,
Many people think that
Marmalade is nicer.
Would you like to try a little
Marmalade instead?"
The King said, "Bother!"
And then he said, "Oh, deary me!"
The King sobbed, "Oh, deary me!"
And went back to bed.
"Nobody," he whimpered,
"Could call me a fussy man;
I only want a little bit
Of butter for my bread!"
The Queen said, "There, there!"
And went to the Dairymaid.
The Dairymaid said, "There, there!"
And went to the shed.
The cow said, "There, there!
I didn't really mean it;
Here's milk for his porringer,
And butter for his bread."
The Queen took the butter
And brought it to his Majesty;
The King said, "Butter, eh?"
And bounced out of bed.
"Nobody," he said,
As he kissed her tenderly,
"Nobody," he said,
As he slid down the banisters,
"Nobody, my darling,
Could call me a fussy man -
BUT
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!"
- A. A. Milne
The King's Breakfast
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Heaven or Hell?
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
- John Milton
Paradise Lost
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Monday, August 1, 2011
Take Pleasure in Reading
The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
- Jane Austen
Northanger Abbey
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