Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. --Oscar Wilde, De Profundis, 1905
Saturday, May 29, 2004
"It's everybody, i mean. Everything everbody does is so - i don't know- not wrong or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But it's just so tiny and meaningless and - sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much as everyone else, only in a different way." - J.D. Salinger
"Sometimes it's easier to pretend things are okay rather than face a difficult truth.So we go through the motions and rituals of everyday life.We hope the comfortable rhythms of familiarity will hold off the inevitable just a little longer.Return things to normal, anything to buy us more time.Playing pretend,make believe - it might be one thing we never outgrow."-Everwood
Monday, May 17, 2004
Even though I don't have to put on a suit every morning at 8 a.m., we all have one thing in common and that's fear. Call it fear of the unknown, fear of failure or just fear that you can't schedule your social life around your classes. Any way you look at it, these things are always intimidating. Everything seems to scare you at first...
Saturday, May 15, 2004
“... have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged; their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone." -Shawshank Redemption
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, wanders into your stupid life .... you give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns you into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts, not just in the imagination, not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
-neil gaiman
-neil gaiman
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
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