Straight out of my Facebook page:
"Is there life *before* death?"
"To live now, as we think human beings should live, in defiance of the worst of everything around us, is a marvelous victory."
"Normal is what everyone else is and you are not."
"Keep each other, have a good time together, and don't forget about each other."
"When the gift was 'opened,' evil and despair entered into this World. Mistrust and disease spread over the wide Earth. After Pandora was emptied of her curse, only Hope was left inside. Unreasonable, groundless Hope that makes the curse of life into a blessing."
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
"You took a chance. You did something great. You were *wrong,* but it was still great. You should feel *great* that it was great. You should feel like *crap* that it was wrong. That's the difference between him and me: He thinks, 'You do your job, and what will be will be.' I think that what I do -- and what you do -- *matters.* He sleeps better at night. He shouldn't."
"I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn't get it. They may think they get it, but they don't. This is the sign you've been looking for. You were meant to read these words."
From this day to the ending of the World;
But we in it shall be remembered --
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
"Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down."
"He used to be an artist, but love was like that elusive color you spent hours mixing paint for but never quite created. And the more you mixed, the more muddled things got until all the colors blurred to brown, and there went your paint."
