A pictures is worth a thousand words.
There are no pictures here.
A long time ago, I started 'collecting' quotes I liked. From books, songs, movies, anything really. This is that collection. It has not been updated (added to) in a very long time, and I think I might like it better that way. I couldn't tell you where most of these came from anymore, and I think I like it that way, too. A thousand words was also a mural of sorts at one time. Maybe someday I'll post pictures of that.
This is my scream, it's just a dull roar.
If only I could mature as fast as I age.
Most everyone’s mad here. You may have noticed I’m not all there myself.
By the time you're thirty, your worst enemy is yourself.
The cruelest lies are often told without a word; the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard.
When the morning gathers the rainbow want you to know I'm a rainbow too so to the rescue, here I am.
I'm not a vegetable I will not control myself.
It doesn't matter what you do I know I'll never really get inside of you to make your eyes catch fire the way they should.
She broke down and he came clean we stay glued, glued to the screen just how much more can we take? Thank God, here comes a station break.
It seems that the problem is very deep ’cause every time I try to sleep I have nightmares thinking about getting together with you.
It’s so easy to love someone you don’t know, whether it’s George Clooney or Monkey. Staying civil to someone whom you’ve ever shared Christmas turkey— now there’s a miracle.
There may be a lot I don't know about you but I know if I don't swim I'm already drowning. Cause a broken bridge is a broken bridge.
They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life? You're a figment of your own imagination.
The more a thing is perfect the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only that one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- till I scarcely more than muttered 'Other friends have flown before- on the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said 'nevermore.'
So I took a walk around my neighborhood to get you off of my mind like I knew that I ought to but when I saw a big black van run down a bird I had to think about you.
All I can say is that I'm glad this started and she loves me though I'm completely retarded.
I just want that feeling, the feeling I get with him, of having not gone wrong yet.
Jesus watches from the wall but his face is cold as stone and if he loves me as she tells me why do I feel so all alone?
It is our fate let the black flower blossom as it may.
The unreal is more powerful than the real because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
To be attached and to love, are they one and the same thing? I don't think so. man must be careful to hold the threads of attachment loosely, otherwise they're liable to strangle him. when the threads of attachment are pulled too tight, they break, and all the wells of evil are liable to open. or sometimes you cling to another human being out of fear both of life and of death. this makes you weak and helpless. you lose your self-respect. and what value is there in a love that turns you into a broken vessel? I don't call that love, that's cowardice.
We are all worms but I do believe I am a glowworm.
It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don’t need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move: doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love.
If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.
Only an idiot can be arrogant. we have only to remember that we came into this world between the outlets of urine and excrement and that we leave it as garbage to fertilize the soil.
You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth let's be pals some day in other words, put some clothes on and call me.
Sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you especially like now when I need someone to hold me but there are some things that can never be forgiven and I've just got to tell you that I kind of like this extra few feet in my bed.
Sometimes there just aren't enough stones.
Until you find something to fight for you settle for something to fight against.
What I have left maybe the only way to find freedom is by doing the things I don't want to. I need to rebel against myself; it's the opposite of following your bliss. I need to do what I most fear.
There's no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.
What's left to underachieve? Every choice I've made, I've chosen not to choose. If you need some help I'll show you how to lose.
I had a dream that you still loved me I think I woke up screaming.
I'd rather burn than to never feel the fire.
Experts in ancient Greek culture say that people back then didn't see their thoughts as belonging to them. When ancient Greeks had a thought, it occurred to them as a god or goddess giving an order- Apollo was telling them to be brave, Athena was telling them to fall in love. Now people hear a commercial for sour cream potato chips and rush out to buy, but now they call it free will. At least the ancient Greeks were being honest.
How much do you want? And how far can I take you? How bad does this hurt? How much do I want you? How blind can I be? So when can I see you? Will it ever be? And how deep is my love?
We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of the dreams.
Life isn't all beer and skittles.
Return favours twofold and return malice fivefold.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died if I never loved I never would have cried.
The further I get from the things I care about the less I care about how much further away I get.
Let's nuke the bridge we torched two thousand times before this time we'll blast it all to hell.
There is no greater pain than to recall a happy time in wretchedness.
We're taught to close our eyes and conditioned to believe their lies as we watch them rape the land and skies to build the things that own our lives.
I won't stray I won't stray from this cold and barren path I will not walk away.
I'll never drop the anchor if you'll never stop the rain and we'll never have to feel anything else again.
Love is the ultimate outlaw. it just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words 'make' and 'stay' become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.
To be special you must conform; to be happy you must consume.
Her salt tears fell from her and soft'ned the stones sing willow willow willow.
Utopia moves respective to where I am at the time. it clings to me like grim death to a late stage cancer patient. If you wish you can follow me to heaven.
What if I told you insane was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years at the end of which they tell you to piss off; ending up in some retirement village hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn't you consider that to be insane?
It's getting easier without you around (stay with me)
It's just like Icarus ascending never intending to look back nature's law and your tragic flaw I find descending flying into the arms of a venus flytrap.
Before she leaves for the store, Marla lifts her skirt with her fingertips and sort of dances around me and the kitchen table, her ass flying around inside her skirt. What Marla loves, she says, is all the things that people love intensely and then dump an hour or a day after. The way a Christmas tree is the center of attention, then, after Christmas you see those dead Christmas trees with the tinsel still on them, dumped alongside the highway. You see those trees and think of roadkill animals or sex crime victims wearing their underwear inside out and bound with black electrical tape. I just want her out of here. 'The animal control place is the best place to go,' Marla says. 'Where all the animals, the little doggies and kitties that people loved and then dumped, even the old animals, dance and jump around for your attention because after three days, they get an overdose shot of sodium phenobarbital and then into the big pet oven. The big sleep, 'valley of the dogs' style. Where even if someone loves you enough to save your life, they still castrate you.'
My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore scraping through my head til I don't want to sleep anymore.
I have no way and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw.
I didn't mean to leave you, I unfurled my sail and the wind did blow.
Mothers are trails on stars in the night fathers are black holes that suck up the light.
Rumor has it you love me rumor has it my world spins upside down rumor has it my only hope is you and the rumors are true.
The poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotions bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustrations.
Here I dreamt I was an architect, and I built this balustrade to keep you home, to keep you safe from the outside world. But the angles and the corners, even though my work is unparalleled, they never seemed to meet; this structure fell about our feet, and we were free to go.
I should've known there'd be danger when I saw your face in the crowd every word you say takes my breath away but I should know better by now.
So much for the streetlights they're never gonna guide you home.
How many times can I walk away and wish: if only?
And does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free?
Some firecrackers blow up in your hand, though I fucked up, I've always tried to be true
All the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain, and all the dope in new york couldn't kill this pain and all the money in tokyo couldn't make me stay. all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain
Flock of birds in the sky, flying south, they know this place will die. And I wish they could take me with them, but I would not be accepted. Cause I can't dance the funky chicken. I can't dance the funky chicken
But I would never kiss anyone who doesn't burn me like the sun
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me: a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest, the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires, new words for old desires, and every birthday card I threw away.
Let me tell you this one thing- To say, 'It's time to go', and she says, 'Yes, I know, but just stay one minute more'... That's where it's at.
Booty is in the eyes of who be holdin' it
And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss. So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it. But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split. The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won't exist.
Put me in your tongue tie. make it hard to say that you ain't gonna stay
And when you're holding me, we make a pair of parentheses. There's plenty space to encase whatever weird way my mind goes, I know I’ll be safe in these arms.
Garden wall of eden, full of spider bites and all your lovers. We were born to fuck each other, one way or another.
I know it's not perfection it's just me.