This Blog is here for me and or anyone who wants to read it. I will mainly be posting quotes I find. I don't mean to infringe on anyone's privacy or hurt anyone by quoting wrong, its how I want things to be remembered.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Take a look at yourself in a mirror. Who do you see looking back? Is it the person you want to be? Or is there someone else you were meant to be, the person you should’ve been, but fell short of? Is someone telling you you can’t or you won’t? Because you can. Believe that love is out there. Believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do. Sometimes happiness doesn’t come from money or fame or power. Sometimes happiness comes from good friends and family and from the quiet nobility of leading a good life. Believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do. So take a look in that mirror and remind yourself to be happy because you deserve to be. Believe that. And believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do.
“Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl, who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do, which was just to… wait…And, a lot of people told me I was crazy to wait this long for a date with a girl I work with but I think, even then I knew that… I was waiting for my wife.” -Jim Halpert
"If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads." - Rosemarie Urquico "Date A Girl Who Reads"
Sunday, November 27, 2011
'You'll get over it...' It's the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not erased by anyone but death.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
TRUTH IS, you are my best friend and i love hanging out with you and you always make me smile no matter how hard i try not too, we text like all day everyday but we dont hangout as much as we could. i cant wait for tree lot to start so i can see you all the time and you should text me right now cuz we havent talked like all day. your pretty and adorable and i like everything about you, your wierd but a good wierd and i like that alot too. you give good hugs and your my favorite person to be with. i ♥ u
Thursday, November 17, 2011
i'm absolutely crazy. i'm feeling the wind and i'm feeling the fire. it's absolutely necessary for me to run around in the rain at all hours of the night. it's necessary for me blast my most depressing three days grace songs and sing them with a smile. i need to be busy, i need to be active, i need you. i love to jump and run and hug and kiss and laugh, at myself, every single day. weird is the way i like things. i've been smiling so much. high school is overrated guys, these are the good years. i think i'm young and positively naive, and wouldn't change a single second of it. hey, Mia Graves...i love you :)i love being niave with you. or wait... do they call us immature? either way...point of this post is...well there is no point... goodnight :)
~A.B.
~A.B.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there
Friday, October 14, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: An early departure? What are the chances of that? If this was a movie, there wouldn't be an early departure.
Peter Simon: If this was a movie, you'd be blonde.
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: If this was a movie, you'd be famous.
Peter Simon: That's the problem with life. It's nothing like movies.
Peter Simon: If this was a movie, you'd be blonde.
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: If this was a movie, you'd be famous.
Peter Simon: That's the problem with life. It's nothing like movies.
Love and Other Disasters
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: I'm not so sure. Love isn't always a lightning bolt, you know? Maybe sometimes it's just a choice.
Peter Simon: Well, that's easy for you to say! You're flying to Argentina to meet the love of your life!
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: That's just it. I don't know that Paolo's the love of my life, but I've decided to give him the chance to be. Maybe true love is a decision. You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody, to give to somebody without worrying whether they'll give anything back, or if they're gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. Maybe love isn't something that happens to you. Maybe it's something you have to choose.
Peter Simon: Well, that's easy for you to say! You're flying to Argentina to meet the love of your life!
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: That's just it. I don't know that Paolo's the love of my life, but I've decided to give him the chance to be. Maybe true love is a decision. You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody, to give to somebody without worrying whether they'll give anything back, or if they're gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. Maybe love isn't something that happens to you. Maybe it's something you have to choose.
Monday, October 10, 2011
“Girls are like apples...the best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree...”
― Pete Wentz
we just have to wait it out
― Pete Wentz
we just have to wait it out
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
go egg a house, have a drag race in shopping carts, play chicken against a minivan, cut down a tree with a steak knife, write an article about how the chicken regrets crossing the road and submit it to the new yorker, paint a mural on the side of your garage. sell a family picture on ebay, buy the most random thing for a penny on ebay.com, have a house party at some random person's house that on vacation, climb to the top of a mountain then while your on the tallest point tell the first person you see that you "took too much acid", go to the mall and whisper in a stranger's ear "if obama was a cow he'd be mad"
that's just a short list of all the things you could possibly be doing.
that's just a short list of all the things you could possibly be doing.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
"Belle taught me to read, and be kind. Pocahontas taught me to see past skin, and differences. Ariel taught me to chase my dreams to the very end. Jasmine taught me to marvel at my self worth, and remember it throughout my life. Mulan taught me the meaning and value of honor. Hercules taught me to be a hero, in my own way. And Simba taught me that death isn't as terrifying as you may guess, and we're never alone.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
dorothy parker
DISTANCE
Were you to cross the world, my dear
To work or love or fight,
I could be calm and wistful here,
And close my eyes at night.
It were a sweet and gallant pain
To be a sea apart;
But, oh, to have you down the lane
Is bitter to my heart.
Were you to cross the world, my dear
To work or love or fight,
I could be calm and wistful here,
And close my eyes at night.
It were a sweet and gallant pain
To be a sea apart;
But, oh, to have you down the lane
Is bitter to my heart.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
LOVE: We think about it, Sing about it, Dream about it && Loose sleep worrying about it. When we don't know we have it, we search for it. When we discover it, we don't know what to do with it. When we have it, we fear loosing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we don't know which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define && IMPOSSIBLE to live without.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Breakfast at Tiffany's
You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
"I don't understand what you're still doing here."
She blinked and nodded miserably, then began to turn away.
"No!" He pulled her back. "Don't leave. It's just that you've never—we've never... gotten this far." He closed his eyes. "Will you say it again?" he asked, almost shyly. "Will you tell me ... what I am?"
"You're an angel," she repeated slowly, surprised to see Daniel close his eyes and moan in pleasure, almost as if they were kissing. "I'm in love with an angel."
— Lauren Kate (Fallen)
She blinked and nodded miserably, then began to turn away.
"No!" He pulled her back. "Don't leave. It's just that you've never—we've never... gotten this far." He closed his eyes. "Will you say it again?" he asked, almost shyly. "Will you tell me ... what I am?"
"You're an angel," she repeated slowly, surprised to see Daniel close his eyes and moan in pleasure, almost as if they were kissing. "I'm in love with an angel."
— Lauren Kate (Fallen)
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8 color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64 color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64 color box, though I've got a few missing. It's okay though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who's an 8 color type...I'm like, hey girl, Magenta! and she's like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, no I want Magenta!"
— John Mayer
— John Mayer
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
When you actually matter
When you actually matter to a person they will make time for you. No Lies. No excuses
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
found on Living For Eden
Time, precious time
How quickly the leaves fall from the tree.
Time, oh precious time
In a blink of an eye a child grows old.
And in the pursuit of joy and happiness
Lies time
But quickly it fades
And all we have are memories
Precious moments
Remembered in time.
How quickly the leaves fall from the tree.
Time, oh precious time
In a blink of an eye a child grows old.
And in the pursuit of joy and happiness
Lies time
But quickly it fades
And all we have are memories
Precious moments
Remembered in time.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The Unwritten Rule by Elizabeth Scott
"In The World Of Friendship, I'm awful" ~pg4
"Imagine a guy.He's taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams "touch me!" and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little." ~pg16
""It was fun," Ryan says, which is a nice thing to say, a him thing to say, but when I look at him, one more look before he goes back to the party, to my best friend, he's looking at me like-
Well, like he wants to look at me. Like he likes what he sees, and he's smiling and his eyes are so blue, even in the faint glow of the porch light they shine, and I nod dumbly, blindly, and then grope for the door handle, telling myself to look away and yet not able to do it.
"Sarah," he says, softly, almost hesitantly, and mmy heart slam-bangs, beating hard, and this is what its like to want someone you cant have. To want someone you shouldn't even be looking at." ~pg36
"How does the eye shadow look?"
"Gorgeous," I say, and stand up, look at myself in the mirror. "How about me? How do I look?"
"Like Sarah," she says, and comes and stands behind me, hugging me and grinning at our reflection. "Like my best friend."
Not gorgeous. Not even pretty. I look like myself, whatever that means.
I know what it means, its nothing good. Its Ordinary. Boring.
Alone." ~pg65
"I wonder if there are sisters out there where one feels like she's a shadow of the other. If there's a girl with a sister who sometimes makes her feel like nothing." ~pg68
"In every breath I take there is the promise of his skin touching mine and i want that." ~pg82
"It was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we are happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken words." ~pg100
"I am broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am." ~pg116
"Right now, I hate My life way more than I hate me." ~pg122
"I think having a stupid heart is pretty damn painful, even if the pain isn't physical." ~pg132
"I need a cause to believe in. Something to fill the space in my heart that Ryan has written all over. Something noble, like fighting a disease." ~pg134
"I'm not that happy now, But I'll fake it until its real and things are normal again." ~pg135
"Do you ever wonder if people really know what they're supposed to do? Os there a moment where you just know what you're supposed to do forever?" ~pg138
"I've been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn't like that at all. It is beautiful, but its a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall- you fall, and the thing is-
the thing is you want to. You don't care whats coming, you just want who your heart beats for." ~pg158
"Guilt and panic are making a mess of my insides. Of me." ~pg174
""Sometimes... sometimes you have to let people go," She says. "Brianna loves you, Sarah, but I don't think she was always a good friend to you."" ~pg200
"All the things I've thought about love are true. Its beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings." ~pg210
"Imagine a guy.He's taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams "touch me!" and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little." ~pg16
""It was fun," Ryan says, which is a nice thing to say, a him thing to say, but when I look at him, one more look before he goes back to the party, to my best friend, he's looking at me like-
Well, like he wants to look at me. Like he likes what he sees, and he's smiling and his eyes are so blue, even in the faint glow of the porch light they shine, and I nod dumbly, blindly, and then grope for the door handle, telling myself to look away and yet not able to do it.
"Sarah," he says, softly, almost hesitantly, and mmy heart slam-bangs, beating hard, and this is what its like to want someone you cant have. To want someone you shouldn't even be looking at." ~pg36
"How does the eye shadow look?"
"Gorgeous," I say, and stand up, look at myself in the mirror. "How about me? How do I look?"
"Like Sarah," she says, and comes and stands behind me, hugging me and grinning at our reflection. "Like my best friend."
Not gorgeous. Not even pretty. I look like myself, whatever that means.
I know what it means, its nothing good. Its Ordinary. Boring.
Alone." ~pg65
"I wonder if there are sisters out there where one feels like she's a shadow of the other. If there's a girl with a sister who sometimes makes her feel like nothing." ~pg68
"In every breath I take there is the promise of his skin touching mine and i want that." ~pg82
"It was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we are happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken words." ~pg100
"I am broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am." ~pg116
"Right now, I hate My life way more than I hate me." ~pg122
"I think having a stupid heart is pretty damn painful, even if the pain isn't physical." ~pg132
"I need a cause to believe in. Something to fill the space in my heart that Ryan has written all over. Something noble, like fighting a disease." ~pg134
"I'm not that happy now, But I'll fake it until its real and things are normal again." ~pg135
"Do you ever wonder if people really know what they're supposed to do? Os there a moment where you just know what you're supposed to do forever?" ~pg138
"I've been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn't like that at all. It is beautiful, but its a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall- you fall, and the thing is-
the thing is you want to. You don't care whats coming, you just want who your heart beats for." ~pg158
"Guilt and panic are making a mess of my insides. Of me." ~pg174
""Sometimes... sometimes you have to let people go," She says. "Brianna loves you, Sarah, but I don't think she was always a good friend to you."" ~pg200
"All the things I've thought about love are true. Its beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings." ~pg210
Monday, January 10, 2011
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