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.
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.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
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
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