angst >noun a profound feeling of generalized anxiety or dread. I used to be that be thankfully I am not anymore
angst >noun a profound feeling of generalized anxiety or dread. I used to be that be thankfully I am not anymore
Words can either heal or harm I choose for my words to heal and do no harm.
Well... what can I say, I expected that after the last stories I wrote...
Last edited by Keltic Banshee; 08-17-2005 at 06:00 PM.
The tyrant dies and his rule is over,
the martyr dies and his rule begins.
(Soren Kierkegaard)
* Tri nithean a thig gun earraidh: gaol, ead agus eagal *
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
* Carpe diem... Carpe noctem *
.....I wrote my own results for this test (well, I didn't actually take the test). That way I avoided the angst.........
I'm aparently a dialogue character writer.....
"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
You're a Mystery writer!
Guess they must have read my stories!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
A mystery writer.
You're a Sci-Fi writer!
Well, this is a surprise and disappointment . I thought I was a Smut writer
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
Plot writer. I guess.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
I got angst.
Angst... Well, s'pose I can't deny it.
"Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day"
Oscar Wilde [The Picture of Dorian Gray]
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