June 30, 2007

A few quotes

Funny Quote of the Day - Alan Alda - "If I can't get the girl, at least give me more money."

Money can't buy you happiness, but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery. -Spike Milligan

Мало знать себе цену, нужно еще и пользоваться спросом.

Спасибо в стакан не нальешь, в постель не положишь.

Интернет, как и смерть, забирает лучших.

Глубокие человеческие отношения кончаются вместе с оргазмом.

Счастье - это когда тебя понимают. -Г.И.Полонский

“It's weird...you know the end of something great is coming, but you want to hold on, just for one more second...just so it can hurt a little more.” -Unknown

“If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.” -Orson Welles

"Everything is funny as long as it's happening to someone else." -Will Rogers

Три периода отношения человека к жизни:
Вначале он ее выдумывает, потом о ней мечтает и напоследок вспоминает.

The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become. -Charles DuBois

Любовь и брак – это две небесные лестницы: по лестнице любви поднимаются на небо, а по лестнице брака спускаются на землю. -М.Сафир

It's not what if, it's what now. -Unknown

There is no security on this earth. Only opportunity. -Douglas MacArthur

It is only possible to live happily-ever-after on a day-to-day basis. -Margaret Bonnano

Умные мысли всегда приходят поздно, дурные - всегда вовремя!

* * *
Как тяжело ходить среди людей
И притворяться непогибшим,
И об игре трагической страстей
Повествовать еще не жившим.

И, вглядываясь в свой ночной кошмар,
Строй находить в нестройном вихре чувства,
Чтобы по бледным заревам искусства
Узнали жизни гибельный пожар!

10 мая 1910

June 22, 2007

Обыкновенно женятся на надеждах, выходят замуж за обещания. А так как исполнить свои обещания гораздо легче, чем оправдать чужие надежды, то чаще приходится встречать разочарованных мужей, чем обманутых жен. В.О.Ключевский

June 15, 2007

Selective Hearing

We all hear what we want to hear and remember what we want to remember. How, then, can we ever take into account the world around us? How do you help someone that doesn’t want to be helped? How do you make someone understand you? How do you understand others? Humans are egoistical creatures and seldom do things completely selflessly. However, selfless or not, how do you hurt someone to make them better? How do you push someone away to make them love you more? How do you scream, if nobody is there to hear us? How do we talk, if we don’t want to listen?

It’s hard to put yourself in someone’s shoes. We all try, whether it’s to help a friend, understand a loved one, or to try and estimate our own abilities, but it’s all in vain. In reality, none of us know how we would react when presented with a certain situation. We don’t know what will make us tick or what will make us laugh; what will make us cry and what will bring us closer together. So, we go through life attempting to understand each other, to help each other, sometimes even to listen to each other, but the only thing we hear is ourselves.

We are all self-involved to really hear what others are telling us and we are all self absorbed to really remember your wife’s favorite flower, your best friend’s birthday, your cousin’s favorite book, your boyfriend’s favorite team, your mother’s favorite movie or your boss’s middle name. Yet, we have a talent for acquiring useless information that seems to spit out at all the wrong moments, whether it’s the face cream that a celebrity uses, the stats of a basketball player, the color of your favorite nail polish, another Snapple fact or some other rubbish that you manage to accumulate in your daily life.

I am not sure where I am going with all of this; I guess I’m just rambling, as usual, but how do we make each other listen? How do we take into consideration the world around us? How do we remain friends?

Poetry . . .

As a kid I used to write a lot, mostly poetry, here's a few things I found...

Emptyness

Emptyness,
without you by my side
Loneliness,
killing me inside
Warmth,
at the feel of your skin
Silence,
the dropping of a pin
Tenderness,
of your kiss
Overflowing sweetness,
followed by utter sadness
Poetry,
It's pure madness

* * *

Gazing at a star above
from a shattered window
of hopes, promises, love

Laughs and smiles
what is going on inside?
inside the head? inside the heart?

Never going the same way
but always in the right directions
looking at the big blue sky

Meeting once-together
not yesterday, but today without ever seeing tomorrow
falling hard

* * *

I

Take ME for what I am
How could though,
If I'm not content?
Content with who I am,
my actions, my words, my silence
my do's and don't's
I am not certain
of what I hate, of whom I love
of life, or death
Emptyness,
Hollowness
Fast pacing heart
filled with emotions and wounds
The pain that I feel
Scars that won't heal
Sadness...

* * *

A stolen glance,
A tender kiss
And then it's heartbreak,
Just for this?

* * *

What is love?

An object of my desire
A passion burning like fire
A fantasy,
A dream
With nothing in between
The apple of my eye
The kite flying high
A figment of my imagination
The mirage of my creation
A rainbow of colors
A four-letter word
That many have heard
A tension,
A kiss
A heartbreak, amiss
A feeling
A yearning
A candle burning
Down again,
We go on a rollercoaster of nothing but
Pain

...hmmm....reading these makes me think that I was a depressed child...maybe people don't change. :-)