Posted January 21, 2012 at 12:44pm
In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theater before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly awaiting for the play to begin. It is a blessing that we do not know what is really going to happen. Could we foresee it, there are times when children might seem like condemned prisoners; condemned, not to death, but to life, and yet unconscious of what their sentence means.” - Schopenhauer
Posted January 21, 2012 at 12:19pm
day offff
truly naughty ladies
Please note that we will not be serving food or drink at our wedding reception so that I can afford this Marchesa gown.
Posted January 20, 2012 at 8:58pm
This is the man of my dreams. Fortunately, he is my boyfriend.
Why are there so many songs about rainbows?
and what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they’re wrong, wait and see.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that every wish would be heard
and answered when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing that keeps us star gazing
and what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
All of us under its spell. We know that it’s probably magic.
Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that called the young sailors.
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Posted November 27, 2011 at 2:27am
I choose to risk my significance to live.
— Dawna Markova
Posted November 6, 2011 at 2:07am
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? So that it will make us happy…? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. That is my belief.” (Kafka, 1978, in Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing, p. 17).
Posted November 4, 2011 at 5:23pm
