There are things said in this world that I find interesting, important, or just plain hillarious...
Quotes
"Some men see things the way they are and wonder why. I dream things that never were and wonder why not" - Robert Kennedy
"Wise men speak because they have something to say. Fools, because they have to say something" - John Doe
"Bush doesn't know his head from his ass" - Everyone Who Didn't Vote For Him
"A fool may think he is wise but a wise man knows himself a fool"
"I voted republican this year. The democrats left a bad taste in my mouth" - Monica Lewinsky
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing – Poem 20 Pablo Neruda “Tonight I can write the saddest lines”
Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos <<I
want to do to you what the Spring does to cherries>> -Poema
14 de “Veinte Poemas De Amor Y Una Canción Desesperada
"I love French wine, like I the French language. I have sampled every language, French is my favorite. Fantastic language.
Especially to curse with. Nom de dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de connard d'enculé de ta mère. It's like
wiping your arse with silk. I love it." Merovingian in The Matrix Reloaded
Poems
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My moon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now could ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden
Quando a flor se abrir ao raio do sol,
quando a vida se converter em amor,
quando a religião cumprir a sua mensagem,
quando a realidade ofuscar a miragem,
quando o odio ceder à amizade,
quando, quando, quando...
o tempo volver-se-a eternidade
-DJ MR, I think
In Flander's Fields - John McRae
In Flander's Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flander's fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe.
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flander's fields.
Detesto estudar
Ao escrever palavras sem sentido
Farei um poema para lembrar
Quando vejo que o exame é fodido
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage,
rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked
no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their
frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and
sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave
men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the
dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I
pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Hey people. if you have any favorite sayings, poems, whatever, leave it on my guest book and I'll
add it to the site.
