The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; The unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man
"People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost." H. Jackson Browne
Meet a lady in the park today on my walk and we begin chatting - she says she is 56 yrs. old. I tell her that she does not even look it. She immediately points to the grey hairs that are peeping out from her scalp. I reply, "ahhhh that's nuthin to worry about, your brain is just snowing!"
I have PLENTY of favorite quotes, but I here's my TOP 2.
" Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is a little like expecting the bull not to attack you because you're a vegetarian" - Dennis Wholey
"The average pencil is 7 inches long, w/ just a 1/2 inch eraser-in case you thought optimism was dead." -Robert Brault
"Do the one thing you think you cannot do. Fail at it. Try again. Do better the second time. The only people who never tumble are those who never mount the high wire. This is your moment. Own it." ~Oprah Winfrey
'All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.' ~William Shakespeare (all the world's a stage..)
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; The unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man
is over<BR> <BR> <BR> but I can't help thinking...everything was so good on the way to work- the iced coffee, the spring rain and the flowery trees, that cheesy shakira song blasting from my radio, the perfect lawns and homes that I pass on central ave, t
Welcome<BR> <BR> :)<BR> <BR> <BR> Rated G<BR> <BR> A place of morals to discuss clean and wholesome topics.<BR> <BR> Most of the time.<BR> <BR> Enjoy...<BR> <BR> *flips OPEN sign*
<BR> <BR> "I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz<BR> or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:<BR> I love you as certain dark things are loved,<BR> secretly, between the shadow and the soul.<BR> <BR> I love you as the plant that doesn
In the dawning silence<BR> I can hear the phantom ring<BR> The world just seems to fall away<BR> I hear the angels sing <BR> <BR> Grief and pain just disappear<BR> My world is mine again<BR> And for that single moment<BR> I can live without an end <BR> <B
Velvet whispers<BR> Inaudible murmuring <BR> Stifled secrets<BR> <BR> Indigo shadows veil desperation<BR> Obscuring desire<BR> <BR> In a lucid azure dream<BR> I found you<BR> <BR> Under a sapphire sky.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
A Maiden <BR> Sara Teasdale <BR> <BR> Oh if I were the velvet rose <BR> Upon the red rose vine, <BR> I'd climb to touch his window <BR> And make his casement fine.<BR> <BR> And if I were the little bird <BR> That twitters on the tree, <BR> All day I'd si