Think a bit of this thread has made most of us a tad bit paranoid!![]()
Think a bit of this thread has made most of us a tad bit paranoid!![]()
"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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It really does, because no one wants to be the snobs we all seem to hate so much!
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
But thats the thing, the ones everyone have called snobs, are probably the same people throughout all the posts!
"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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Dori I don't believe YOU have posted any yet![]()
I would love to take a coffe with YOU!We would be able to indulge into the pleasures of conversing at length...
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
James Joyce
It is a fatal miscarriage, so ill to order affairs, as to pass for a fool in one company, when in another you might be treated as a philosopher. Jonathan Swift
com-pas-sion (n.) [ME. & OFr. <LL. (Ec.) compassio, sympathy < compassus, pp. of compati, to feel pity < L. com-, together + pali, to suffer] sorrow for the sufferings or trouble of another or others, accompanied by an urge to help; deep sympathy; pity
Dostoevsky Forum!
^__^ Lol, not directed at you![]()
Naked except for a cigarette, you let your mind drift and forget your disbelief. Feel the chill down your back and the flutter of wings through dandelion fields, and forget the pull of gravity in a night without stars.
I lack eloquence and commitment to my arguments. They are half baked, and I will begin passionately, and then abandon them.
com-pas-sion (n.) [ME. & OFr. <LL. (Ec.) compassio, sympathy < compassus, pp. of compati, to feel pity < L. com-, together + pali, to suffer] sorrow for the sufferings or trouble of another or others, accompanied by an urge to help; deep sympathy; pity
Dostoevsky Forum!
You will probably never read this, but I want you to know I miss you and love you, and you are my everything, you make me love everything sometimes.
--Dori the last bit was partly because of your signature but I was thinking of writing a blog titled "You" saying "you make me love everything." hahaand no one will ever guess who this is to (except B-Mental and Virgil if he has a good memory
), and she will also probably not read it.
You , you, you and you have all made me literally cry with laughter at somepoint and/or have caused me to fall off my chair with laughter. ( no joke I have honestly done the whole ROFLOL thing before!)
You are a sweetheart.
You I might even be convinced to give a small slice of my cheesecake to!![]()
My mission in life is to make YOU smile![]()
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"The time has come," the Walrus said,"To talk of many things:
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YOU sometimes have a different way of looking at things and I find this very refreshing. I really enjoy my conversations with YOU and you never fail to make me laugh.![]()
CARPE DIEM! Seize the day! Make your lives extraordinary!
-Dead Poets' Society
I SWEAR, BY MY LIFE AND MY LOVE OF IT, THAT I WILL NEVER LIVE FOR THE SAKE OF ANOTHER MAN, NOR ASK ANOTHER MAN TO LIVE FOR MINE.
- John Galt, Atlas Shrugged
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
James Joyce
It is a fatal miscarriage, so ill to order affairs, as to pass for a fool in one company, when in another you might be treated as a philosopher. Jonathan Swift
Jaanay mein be khudi say kiya poochon
Aur tu be rukhi mein kiya keh de
Is say pehle
Mein TERA shehr chor jaaonga!
Before I say something silly while suffering from moments of insanity
And you in your forever dry tone, might say something hurtful
Before that
I shall leave YOUR city
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I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.