Saturday, March 21, 2009
Harriet Beecher Stowe:
"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone."
REGRETS
Charles DuBois:
The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.
changes
Elie Wiesel:
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.
INDIFFERENCE
Rose Walker:
"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
I hate love. "
L.O.V.E.
I don't like to smile.
I've built up such a thick wall of defence of wall around me, so that no one can get in.
Because of it.
Because of it.
Because of it.
I can't believe that I still cnt get over it.
How stupid I am.
Letting it stumping over my future.
Blocking my happiness.
In the end, I've turned into a porcupine, pricking everyone who comes near to me, so that they will not hurt me.
Too vulnerable for pain.
Again.
¶ 5:53 PM
"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone."
REGRETS
Charles DuBois:
The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.
changes
Elie Wiesel:
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.
INDIFFERENCE
Rose Walker:
"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
I hate love. "
L.O.V.E.
I don't like to smile.
I've built up such a thick wall of defence of wall around me, so that no one can get in.
Because of it.
Because of it.
Because of it.
I can't believe that I still cnt get over it.
How stupid I am.
Letting it stumping over my future.
Blocking my happiness.
In the end, I've turned into a porcupine, pricking everyone who comes near to me, so that they will not hurt me.
Too vulnerable for pain.
Again.
¶ 5:53 PM
