Is it right, this notion in my soul, that only another writer can my true lover be, and me a lasting lover to him?
Is it right, this notion in my soul, that only another writer can my true lover be, and me a lasting lover to him?
Vnita
wait a minute... did i really just give my dad a loan of memiors of a Gesha so he could finish watching the movie?![]()
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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I should never again alter recipes....it's a disaster!!
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~ Mark Twain
"Thinking is an activity that must be lived in the souls of the living. The rest of human life is a sense of entitlement."![]()
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
Thanks to those who siad they didn't mind my slight obsesion. Any way, I think that 20000 leagues is going to be the death of my English grade.![]()
JUST KEEP SWIMMING!
JUST KEEP SWIMMING!
JUST KEEP SWIMMING, SWIMMING, SWIMMING!
WHAT DO WE DO?
WE SWIM!
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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Have you ever heard that song, "Some Enchilada Evening"? I love it. It makes me want to eat enchiladas.
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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oh my god there are 38 members signed in. Think thats the most i've ever come across!
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
Thanks, drama!
hockeychick, you are NOT annoying, everyone has their own personal thing that they are passionate about. Look at me and my canine 'thing' lol!![]()
AdorerDio, Wilde is Oscar Wilde, a writer from Victorian times (who was jailed for his sexual preferences, since this has been brought up). He was a wonderful writer, my favorite work of his is the book "The Portrait Of Dorian Gray" (his only book btw), but he is reknown for poetry, plays, and fairytales (the list goes on, but you get the point).
My favorite quote of his was when, about one month before he died of cerebral meningitis, he said "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go."![]()
Hope that helps!
And what am I thinking? I am thinking about looking into these fairytales of Wilde's, because I am presently reading Hesse's 'fantasies', which really are fairytales... Good and interesting stuff, methinks!![]()
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
Just to add another Wilde joke (wild joke, get it?lol. i really am getting rather lame. You know its hard work always being cheery-ho!)
At some airport in America (the details are vague to me) when he was asked do you have nothing to declare he replied 'I have nothing to declare but my genius'.
Okey, why didn't that make me laugh? I think its effect has worked off
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi