[Slaughterhouse V:
if the accident will.
all time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself warnings or explanations. It simply is.
so it goes.
all moments past, present, and future, always have existed, always will exist.
That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.]
[Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass:
at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
why is a raven like a writing desk.
every thing's got a moral, if only you can find it.
the different branches of Arithmetic- Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.
it's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
at the thought of her lonliness, two large tears came rolling down her cheeks.
contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be but as it isnt, it aint. Thats logic.
so young a child, ought to know which way shes going, even if she doesn’t know her own name.
what does it matter where my body happens to be?...my mind goes on working all the same.
life, what is it but a dream?]
5.27.2010
book quotes IV
[The Secret Life of Prince Charming:
Love is sleeping like puzzle pieces.
If a guy seems to need saving, call the Coast Guard.
When you’re not sure whether you’re in love with someone or not, the answer is not.]
[Along For the Ride:
Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history.]
[Anonymous:
I don’t think my subconcious liked you.
If you don’t draw a line, nobody will cross it.]
[GhostGirl/Oscar Wilde:
The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.]
[GhostGirl/The Smiths:
Last night I dreamt, that somebody loved me/no hope no harm/just another false alarm.]
[GhostGirl/Virginia Woolf:
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.]
[GhostGirl/Edgar Allan Poe:
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.]
[GhostGirl/Francis W. Bourdillon:
The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one; yet the lights of a whole life dies, when love is done.]
[GhostGirl/Sylvia Plath:
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.]
[Savage Inequalities:
It rains on my city but I see rainbows in the puddles.]
Love is sleeping like puzzle pieces.
If a guy seems to need saving, call the Coast Guard.
When you’re not sure whether you’re in love with someone or not, the answer is not.]
[Along For the Ride:
Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history.]
[Anonymous:
I don’t think my subconcious liked you.
If you don’t draw a line, nobody will cross it.]
[GhostGirl/Oscar Wilde:
The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.]
[GhostGirl/The Smiths:
Last night I dreamt, that somebody loved me/no hope no harm/just another false alarm.]
[GhostGirl/Virginia Woolf:
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.]
[GhostGirl/Edgar Allan Poe:
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.]
[GhostGirl/Francis W. Bourdillon:
The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one; yet the lights of a whole life dies, when love is done.]
[GhostGirl/Sylvia Plath:
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.]
[Savage Inequalities:
It rains on my city but I see rainbows in the puddles.]
book quotes III
[Twilight:
If I could dream at all, it would be about you.]
[Anna Karenina:
Whats to be done?
I feel myself better, purer. I feel that I have a heart, and that there is a great deal of good in me.
I tell you simply that ive lost my heart to you.
What right had I to imagine she would care to join her life to mine? Who am I and what am i?
Those joys were so small that they passed unnoticed, like gold in sand, and at bad moments she could see nothing but the pain, nothing but sand; but there were good moments too when she saw nothing but the joy, nothing but gold.
Happiness is the matter with me!
I always loved you, and if one loves any one, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be…
Every chance meeting cuts her to the heart, every day expecting an answer.
Little hope; but I will do everything possible and impossible.]
[Wuthering Heights:
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!
Do you see? I’ve marked every day. Yes-very foolish; as if I took notice! And where is the sense of that? To show that I do take notice.
Hes more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you.
If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be; and all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
Do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!...I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
Its wrong to anticipate evil.
It is impossible for a person should die for the love of a stranger.
Be calm and frank, and confess at once all that weighs on your heart.
I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers.
I have to remind myself to breathe – almost to remind my heart to beat!
The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him.
In my soul and in my heart, I’m convinced I’m wrong!
I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home, and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth.
Neither am I aware of the means he took to raise his mind from the savage ignorance into which it was sunk.
The return of sunshine was welcomed by answering sunshine from him.
And it ended when circumstances caused each to feel that the one’s interest was not the chief consideration in the other’s thoughts.
Who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she to remove it.
Pray, don’t imagine that he conceals depths of benevolence and affection beneath a stern exterior! He’s not a rough diamond—a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he’s a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.
I’m not your husband; you needn’t be jealous of me!
And if you flatter yourself that I don’t perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot; and if you fancy I’ll
suffer unrevenged, I’ll convince you on the contrary, in a very little while!
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.]
If I could dream at all, it would be about you.]
[Anna Karenina:
Whats to be done?
I feel myself better, purer. I feel that I have a heart, and that there is a great deal of good in me.
I tell you simply that ive lost my heart to you.
What right had I to imagine she would care to join her life to mine? Who am I and what am i?
Those joys were so small that they passed unnoticed, like gold in sand, and at bad moments she could see nothing but the pain, nothing but sand; but there were good moments too when she saw nothing but the joy, nothing but gold.
Happiness is the matter with me!
I always loved you, and if one loves any one, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be…
Every chance meeting cuts her to the heart, every day expecting an answer.
Little hope; but I will do everything possible and impossible.]
[Wuthering Heights:
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!
Do you see? I’ve marked every day. Yes-very foolish; as if I took notice! And where is the sense of that? To show that I do take notice.
Hes more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you.
If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be; and all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
Do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!...I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
Its wrong to anticipate evil.
It is impossible for a person should die for the love of a stranger.
Be calm and frank, and confess at once all that weighs on your heart.
I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers.
I have to remind myself to breathe – almost to remind my heart to beat!
The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him.
In my soul and in my heart, I’m convinced I’m wrong!
I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home, and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth.
Neither am I aware of the means he took to raise his mind from the savage ignorance into which it was sunk.
The return of sunshine was welcomed by answering sunshine from him.
And it ended when circumstances caused each to feel that the one’s interest was not the chief consideration in the other’s thoughts.
Who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she to remove it.
Pray, don’t imagine that he conceals depths of benevolence and affection beneath a stern exterior! He’s not a rough diamond—a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he’s a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.
I’m not your husband; you needn’t be jealous of me!
And if you flatter yourself that I don’t perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot; and if you fancy I’ll
suffer unrevenged, I’ll convince you on the contrary, in a very little while!
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.]
book quotes II
[Frankenstein:
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine or the clouds might lower: but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.]
[The Scarlet Letter:
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create a sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.
It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.
To the untrue man, the whole universe is false, --it is impalpable,--it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself, in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.
I drew thee into my heart, into its innermost chamber, and sought to warm thee by the warmth which thy presence made there!]
[The Great Gatsby:
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.
Men made it but they can’t control it.
We could have saved you, but you cut us down, and soon you will be cut down and there’ll be none of us to save you.
How can we live without our lives? How will we know its us without our past?
For the quality of owning freezes you forever into “I,” and cuts you off forever from the “we.”
I hear ‘em an’ feel ‘em; an’ they’re beating their wings like a bird in a attic. Gonna bust their wings on a dusty winda tryin’ ta get out.
No- the stars are close and dear and I have joined the brotherhood of the worlds. And everything’s holy- everything, even me.]
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine or the clouds might lower: but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.]
[The Scarlet Letter:
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create a sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.
It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.
To the untrue man, the whole universe is false, --it is impalpable,--it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself, in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.
I drew thee into my heart, into its innermost chamber, and sought to warm thee by the warmth which thy presence made there!]
[The Great Gatsby:
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.
Men made it but they can’t control it.
We could have saved you, but you cut us down, and soon you will be cut down and there’ll be none of us to save you.
How can we live without our lives? How will we know its us without our past?
For the quality of owning freezes you forever into “I,” and cuts you off forever from the “we.”
I hear ‘em an’ feel ‘em; an’ they’re beating their wings like a bird in a attic. Gonna bust their wings on a dusty winda tryin’ ta get out.
No- the stars are close and dear and I have joined the brotherhood of the worlds. And everything’s holy- everything, even me.]
book quotes I
[J Alfred Prufrock:
Do I dare disturb the universe?]
[Edgar Allan Poe:
Neither the angels in heaven above, not the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee.]
[Romeo & Juliet:
O, teach me how I should forget to think.]
[The Alchemist:
People fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives everyday that the sunrises.]
[The Catcher in the Rye:
All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
The only thing that would be different would be you.
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody.]
[Raisin in the Sun:
There is always something left to love.
All the talk about dreams and sunlight that goes on in this house. Its all dead now.
Never be afraid to sit awhile and think.
We feel-we feel that most of the trouble in this world, when you come right down to it-most of the trouble exists because people just don’t sit down and talk to eachother.]
Do I dare disturb the universe?]
[Edgar Allan Poe:
Neither the angels in heaven above, not the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee.]
[Romeo & Juliet:
O, teach me how I should forget to think.]
[The Alchemist:
People fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives everyday that the sunrises.]
[The Catcher in the Rye:
All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
The only thing that would be different would be you.
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody.]
[Raisin in the Sun:
There is always something left to love.
All the talk about dreams and sunlight that goes on in this house. Its all dead now.
Never be afraid to sit awhile and think.
We feel-we feel that most of the trouble in this world, when you come right down to it-most of the trouble exists because people just don’t sit down and talk to eachother.]
5.26.2010
lyrics IV
Bad Romance by Lady Gaga
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, your bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh--oh-oh!)
I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love-uuhh)
I want your psycho
Your vertigo stick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you're sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)
You know that I want you
('Cause I'm a free bitch baby!)
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!)
I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
I'm a freak bitch, baby
I want your love and
I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends
Je veux ton amour
Et je veux ta revanche
J'veux ton amour
I don’t wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
I don’t wanna be friends
(Caught in a bad romance)
I don’t wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance!
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
listen now
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, your bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh--oh-oh!)
I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love-uuhh)
I want your psycho
Your vertigo stick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you're sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)
You know that I want you
('Cause I'm a free bitch baby!)
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!)
I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
I'm a freak bitch, baby
I want your love and
I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends
Je veux ton amour
Et je veux ta revanche
J'veux ton amour
I don’t wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
I don’t wanna be friends
(Caught in a bad romance)
I don’t wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance!
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
listen now
lyrics III
no one's gonna love you more than I do by Band of Horses
It's looking like a limb torn off
Or altogether just taken apart
We're reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone,
They could have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard.
Anything to make you smile
You are the ever-living ghost of what once was
I never want to hear you say
That you'd be better off
Or you liked it that way
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone
They should have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard
listen now
It's looking like a limb torn off
Or altogether just taken apart
We're reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone,
They could have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard.
Anything to make you smile
You are the ever-living ghost of what once was
I never want to hear you say
That you'd be better off
Or you liked it that way
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone
They should have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard
listen now
lyrics II
I just wanted to be your friend by My Morning Jacket
Even though I was really friendly
I just wanted to be your friend
Even though there's no happy endings
I just wanted it to end.
Even though I was really friendly
I just wanted to be your friend
Even though there's no happy endings
I just wanted it to end.
I just wanted it to end
Gone, I've had enough
Gone, I've had enough
Gone, I've had enough
Gone, I've had enough
Even though I was really friendly
I just wanted to be your friend
Even though there's no happy endings
I just wanted it to end.
Even though I was really friendly
I just wanted to be your friend
I just wanted to be your friend
I just wanted to be your friend
Gone, I've had enough
Gone, I've had enough
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone...
listen now
Even though I was really friendly
I just wanted to be your friend
Even though there's no happy endings
I just wanted it to end.
Even though I was really friendly
I just wanted to be your friend
Even though there's no happy endings
I just wanted it to end.
I just wanted it to end
Gone, I've had enough
Gone, I've had enough
Gone, I've had enough
Gone, I've had enough
Even though I was really friendly
I just wanted to be your friend
Even though there's no happy endings
I just wanted it to end.
Even though I was really friendly
I just wanted to be your friend
I just wanted to be your friend
I just wanted to be your friend
Gone, I've had enough
Gone, I've had enough
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone...
listen now
lyrics I
Hospital by Lydia
So I've been sleeping with this silence in my mind
And all I see scares me
And no one knows it, but she, she saved me
So I've been sleeping with this silence in my brain
Awakening here everyday in this god damn place
I won't wait here anymore
It's still not quite the way it was
But you promised me this is love to stay
Watch the hospital that's
Just across the street
From your apartment balcony
I'll never ever leave there
I'll never leave
Oh, no one is watching now
Sing like you just might drown
But always come back here
'Cause I never got to see you once more, no
I guess that's all I wanted
Yeah, I guess that's all I needed
Now look, you've made a fool out of love
When all we want is to be enough
When all we want is to feel enough
It's still not quite the way it was
But you promised me this is love to stay
Watch the hospital that's just across the street
From your apartment balcony
I'll never ever leave there
I'll never leave
Watch the hospital that's just across the street
(It's still not quite the way it was)
From your apartment balcony
(But you promised me this is love to stay)
I'll never ever leave there
I'll stay
listen now
So I've been sleeping with this silence in my mind
And all I see scares me
And no one knows it, but she, she saved me
So I've been sleeping with this silence in my brain
Awakening here everyday in this god damn place
I won't wait here anymore
It's still not quite the way it was
But you promised me this is love to stay
Watch the hospital that's
Just across the street
From your apartment balcony
I'll never ever leave there
I'll never leave
Oh, no one is watching now
Sing like you just might drown
But always come back here
'Cause I never got to see you once more, no
I guess that's all I wanted
Yeah, I guess that's all I needed
Now look, you've made a fool out of love
When all we want is to be enough
When all we want is to feel enough
It's still not quite the way it was
But you promised me this is love to stay
Watch the hospital that's just across the street
From your apartment balcony
I'll never ever leave there
I'll never leave
Watch the hospital that's just across the street
(It's still not quite the way it was)
From your apartment balcony
(But you promised me this is love to stay)
I'll never ever leave there
I'll stay
listen now
poems III
because I could not stop for death by emily dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—
Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—
Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—
Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—
Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—
poems II
Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--
Comes a still voice:--
Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground
Where thy pale form was laid with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Yet not to thine eternal resting place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world--with kings,
The powerful of the earth--the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,--the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods--rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,--
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.--Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashing--yet the dead are there;
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep--the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glides away, the sons of men--
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the grayheaded man--
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those who in their turn shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--
Comes a still voice:--
Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground
Where thy pale form was laid with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Yet not to thine eternal resting place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world--with kings,
The powerful of the earth--the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,--the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods--rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,--
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.--Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashing--yet the dead are there;
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep--the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glides away, the sons of men--
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the grayheaded man--
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those who in their turn shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
poems I
T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . .
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . .
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
movie quotes II
[My Life As Liz (TV Show):
glitter is the herpes of arts and crafts.
love and rockets. Liz]
[Pride and Prejudice:
(Mr. Darcy): Mrs. Darcy.
(Mr. Darcy): You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love,I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
(Mr. Darcy): My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.
(Elizabeth Bennet): I've been so blind.]
[Paper Heart:
Look him in the eyes – When you meet the love of your life, you’ll know from the eyes.
Love is a chemical reaction in your brain versus the heart. We feel this euphoria…Somehow there is a little bit of magic in it too.]
[500 Days of Summer:
(Summer): Ive never told anybody that before.
(Tom): I guess im not just anybody.
If Tom had learned anything... it was that you can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence. That's all anything ever is. Nothing more than coincidence.
(Summer): I woke up one morning and I just knew.
(Tom): Knew what?
(Summer): What I was never sure with you.
People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated.]
[Slumdog Millionaire:
(Latika): You want to do something for me?
(Jamal): Anything.
(Latika): Then forget me!]
[Little Miss Sunshine:
Losers are people who are so afraid of not winning, they don't even try.
Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another.
You do what you love, and fuck the rest.]
[Fantastic Mr. Fox:
That was pure wild animal craziness.]
[Alice in Wonderland:
Curioser and curioser.]
glitter is the herpes of arts and crafts.
love and rockets. Liz]
[Pride and Prejudice:
(Mr. Darcy): Mrs. Darcy.
(Mr. Darcy): You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love,I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
(Mr. Darcy): My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.
(Elizabeth Bennet): I've been so blind.]
[Paper Heart:
Look him in the eyes – When you meet the love of your life, you’ll know from the eyes.
Love is a chemical reaction in your brain versus the heart. We feel this euphoria…Somehow there is a little bit of magic in it too.]
[500 Days of Summer:
(Summer): Ive never told anybody that before.
(Tom): I guess im not just anybody.
If Tom had learned anything... it was that you can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence. That's all anything ever is. Nothing more than coincidence.
(Summer): I woke up one morning and I just knew.
(Tom): Knew what?
(Summer): What I was never sure with you.
People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated.]
[Slumdog Millionaire:
(Latika): You want to do something for me?
(Jamal): Anything.
(Latika): Then forget me!]
[Little Miss Sunshine:
Losers are people who are so afraid of not winning, they don't even try.
Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another.
You do what you love, and fuck the rest.]
[Fantastic Mr. Fox:
That was pure wild animal craziness.]
[Alice in Wonderland:
Curioser and curioser.]
movie quotes I
[Invictus:
(Nelson Mandela): I thank whatever gods may be / For my unconquerable soul / I am the master of my fate / I am the captain of my soul]
[Royal Tenenbaums:
(Margot): I think we're just gonna to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that, Ritchie.]
[Zombieland:
(rule 32): enjoy the little things
(rule 31): check the backseat
(rule 18): limber up
(rule 17): don’t be a hero
(rule 5): no attachments
(rules 4): doubletap
(rule 3): seatbelts
the first rule of zombieland: cardio]
[Adventureland:
(James Brennan): Are we doing this?
(Em Lewin): Yeah, I think we are.]
[Juno:
I need to know that it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.
He is the cheese to my macaroni.
(Juno MacGuff): I think I'm in love with you.
(Paulie Bleeker): You mean as friends?
(Juno MacGuff): No... I mean for real. 'Cause you're, like, the coolest person I've
ever met, and you don't even have to try, you know...
(Paulie Bleeker): I try really hard, actually.]
[She's All That:
(Laney Boggs): Am I a bet? Am I a FUCKING BET?
(Zach Siler): So, can I have the last dance?
(Laney Boggs): No, you can have the first.]
(Nelson Mandela): I thank whatever gods may be / For my unconquerable soul / I am the master of my fate / I am the captain of my soul]
[Royal Tenenbaums:
(Margot): I think we're just gonna to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that, Ritchie.]
[Zombieland:
(rule 32): enjoy the little things
(rule 31): check the backseat
(rule 18): limber up
(rule 17): don’t be a hero
(rule 5): no attachments
(rules 4): doubletap
(rule 3): seatbelts
the first rule of zombieland: cardio]
[Adventureland:
(James Brennan): Are we doing this?
(Em Lewin): Yeah, I think we are.]
[Juno:
I need to know that it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.
He is the cheese to my macaroni.
(Juno MacGuff): I think I'm in love with you.
(Paulie Bleeker): You mean as friends?
(Juno MacGuff): No... I mean for real. 'Cause you're, like, the coolest person I've
ever met, and you don't even have to try, you know...
(Paulie Bleeker): I try really hard, actually.]
[She's All That:
(Laney Boggs): Am I a bet? Am I a FUCKING BET?
(Zach Siler): So, can I have the last dance?
(Laney Boggs): No, you can have the first.]
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