November 2011
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Lost Generation
I just discovered that there’s a sort of poem which if you read it from top to bottom, it is pessimistic. But if you read from the bottom line to the top, it’s optimistic. (What an awesome template to try!) Click to see an example I found on the internet. Lost Generation.
I’m a part of Lost Generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a...
“Dying…is only one thing to be sad over…Living unhappily is something else. So...”
– Morrie Schwartz
“‘The story of my recent life.’ I like that phrase. It makes more sense than ‘the...”
– Mitch Albom
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
– Virginia Woolf
“You spend your whole life stuck in the labryinth, thinking about how you’ll...”
– Looking for Alaska, John Green (via quote-book)
“They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via bookmania)
There are times when I have this powerful urge to...
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Why is today such a big day?
It’s 11/11/11. You get to make your special wishes all day long.
But what stops you from wishing any other day? What stops you from dreaming, hoping, praying, that one day every wish will come true? Why do you sit and wait for that time once a day to make a wish?
I wish with every breath I take.
“Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing...”
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via bookoasis)
“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control...”
– Jack Kerouac
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“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes...”
– Vincent Van Gogh
“Your past is just a story. And once you realize this, it has no power over you.”
– Chuck Palahniuk
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The Tree and the Sky by Tomas Tranströmer
There’s a tree walking around in the rain, it rushes past us in the pouring grey. It has an errand. It gathers life out of the rain like a blackbird in an orchard.
When the rain stops so does the tree. There it is, quiet on clear nights waiting as we do for the moment when the snowflakes blossom in space.
