December 2011
54 posts
“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them...”
– Edith Lovejoy Pierce
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A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh.
I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments.
They pull me back to the present, and I...
“I am a star in the firmament
that observe the world, despises the world
and...”
– Hermann Hesse
“everyone keeps talking
they promise you everything
they don’t mean...”
River(cover) - Robert Downey Jr
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They say it takes a whole lotta of you to love...
can't stop feeling like the world owes me...
“A broken heart so defined, is a home for a smile that is denied.”
– Michael Daaboul (via michaeldaaboul)
“it is by invisible hands that we are bent and tortured worst”
– Nietzsche
Portrait of an INTJ
INTJs believe in constant growth in relationships, and strive for independence for themselves and their mates. They are constantly embarking on “fix-up” projects to improve the overall quality of their lives and relationships. They take their commitments seriously, but are open to redefining their vows, if they see something which may prove to be an improvement over the existing...
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What life is about, why we are here, why it is so painful, relationships between a human being and his existence and human loneliness - that never gets resolved, and so it’s of constant interest to me.
I’m cursed with the clown’s approach to it, so I have to approach it in a comic way.
I wish I was born a gifted and great tragedian, but I wasn’t.
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- Woody Allen
“there are books written to teach people
100 secrets to make oneself happy,
...”
– Jimmy Liao
“So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you....
