To Live, not to ExistI would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent plant. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.--Jack London
Live with BeliefI know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. But to sacrifice what you are and live without belief, that's more terrible than dying.-Joan of Arc
Happiness of Death“The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.”-Lucan
Live your Way into the AnswerHave patience with everything in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the question now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.--Rainer Maria Rilke
Big Aventure"To die will be an awfully big adventure."- Sir James M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Life's PurposeThe purpose of life is a life of purpose.-Robert Byrne
Life is a GrindstoneLife is a grindstone,and whether it grinds you down or polishes you upis for you and you alone to decide.-Cavett Robert
Spirituality"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.We are spiritual beings having a human experience."-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Well:HappyAs a well spent day brings happy sleep,so life well used brings happy death.-Leonardo DaVinci
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Brown Eyes Compliments, and AnalogiesBecause I'm sick of people saying there aren't any.Your brown eyes are like the deep intoxication of campaign wine, bubbling with hazing richness and expensive taste.Your brown eyes are like the color of mahogany wood- comforting and home-steady toughness that lets me know you will be the beams of supporting me.Your eyes remind me of Dove chocolate, smooth, creamy, delectable, and melting.The color of brown eyes remind me of mountain terrain and nature, something subtle, but beautiful in every form and season.Brown eyes make me think of Devil's cake, taunting and tempting, curtained by black lashes, the symbol of rich seduction.When brown eyes delve in love, they become the color of a leather book, promising a story of loyalty, long-life, and devotion.Your brown eyes remind me of mysterious secrets, dark to cover the pain of ignorance, opaque to cover to want of another.Brown eyes are like the stable ground, steadier and prepared to embrace you when you fall, into a nurturing a
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisDo not assume (if I hold the door for you),that I am making a statementabout your inabilitiesto open the door for yourself.If you hold it for me,I'll say 'thankyou'.Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),that I am underestimatingyour earning capacityas a woman.If you invite me out for a meal,you're paying.Do not assume (if I defend your rights),that I am belittlingthe attempts that you have madeto defend your rights yourself.If you defend my rights,I'll consider you human.
The 16 in Nietzsche.The Scientists.We remade our eyes of plasticbecause we can wipe them cleanwithout pain: at night our skinhas been fitted with lights and wealtered the chemical patternin our brains to forget ourselvesor maybe the rest of you,life is hard without numbersto describe it because the Earthis an irregular rock floating somewhereinconceivable: and I am even morea mystery, a contradiction seekinga definitive despite the logicof entropy,the only continuityis none.The Activists.I'll rewrite us again. We are nothingbut an idea of the issue and itsresolution, the bum sleeping in the backof a truck or your quantum physics class,always borrowing notes but acingthose tests, drawing a crowd with nothingbut an idea and a voice to speak it,isn't it charming to be alive?Isn't the world so beautiful throughthe right fish-eye lens?I think if we think hard enoughit'll turn over or at least I'll pass thisunharmed,our spirit aches at every slightwe imagine and every victor
what does it feel like to be sober at a party?sometimes you want to spit out your teethbecause you’ve been grinding them so hardunder a diaphanous coating of crimson lipstick;but you know the floors already freckled with confetti-aluminum and glass and paper-and the eburnean pearls tucked away in your mouthare not able to be recycledand sometimes it’s rivulets on the back of your neck,droplets dripping like honey,because the rooms heating up from people swarming like bees;as your cheeks burgeon like crimson rosesyour oversized sweater becomes your only source of safety-maybe from the constant touch of others,as they bump around like lost passengers at a train station, or maybe protection from those seeking pollination you see mouths paintedwith the liquid limerence, the daunting dalliance,of any boy or girl with a tongue;as their veins pump with effervescent liquid,and their hearts turn to corks and bottle caps,you can’t help but wonder what it’s liketo dance with something other
Fat Girls Shouldn't Wear ShortsFat girls should not wear shortsto "show off their curves"or "display their legs"because thick thighsdo not actuallysave lives.They should not wear shortsbecause everyone willgawk and talkand hope they canmentally erase the imageof chubby legs and wide hipsrubbing together.There must have been a reasonthey were watching your backin the first place,anyway.Fat girls should not wear clothingthat does not suittheir body type.Throw on a sweatshirtand feel like a prisonerin a cotton cage.Let yourself become"one" with yourinsecurity.Never dare to wear revealing clothesbecause no one is attracted torepulsive, ample limbs.You will never find a loverbecause character and self-worthare determined by themeat on your bones.All people are created equal,and equal equals skinny,and skinny equals theideal woman.But the ideal womanspends all of her timeloathing her appearance &
Brave to Love“A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.” - Mahatma Gandhi