Quotes Seven

Quotes Seven

Everyone is a story, waiting to unravel for you.

All of life can be summed up in the words written about a cup of melting ice and the remnants of a drink.

A woman cares most about her extremities, where she is furthest from herself and closest to who she wants to be.

A man worries most about their stature, what is natural or gained/lost and matters least when all alone.

Success is collaborative, though recognition usually falls on a single set of shoulders—not the tallest or strongest, but the most talkative.

We often look past the execution to the role being executed. If we appreciate the execution performed by others, we learn from them, absorbing tidbits of their story to make our own more vibrant. Even the most disgruntled should execute with aplomb, daring another to question their performance and the results brought through determination; a new role awaits us all if we remain professional, regardless of the task.

Your words fill volumes, but my thoughts can only fill a page.

They’re the type to mention they stayed somewhere exotic for 2 weeks, withholding that it took 4 years.

“We,” when one.

We poets are just screaming babes with no other means to emote; few of us learn to talk, and far fewer learn to form coherent sentences.

The hardest part of our lives, waking up, is also the most rewarding.

Quotes VI

A song can come from anyone who cares to sing.

Human languages are funny, right? We have to use so many sounds and symbols to express a desire for survival. [This desire includes surviving with others, which, in turn, increases our chances for survival.]

Coupling is replacing one’s blanket with another person.

Some hold fast this thought of being above emotion, knowing not that being dispassionate merely increases the likelihood of being met with emotion. Some hold fast this thought of needing emotion, knowing not that being emotional merely increases the likelihood of being met with dispassionateness. Between both somes lives empathy, waiting, like a crossing guard, to solve for situations before they happen.

Wordiness is next to boring, where all writers dear not tread, ‘less their readers know the perils.

Forgetting isn’t a problem, so long as I remember where I am.

Performance is less tied to cause than purpose.

“Motivation,” resonates as a reason to move, though was first the reason for standing still.

Part of taking the high ground is leaving the low ground.

There are they who are blessed by fortune, and they who are fortunate to be blessed; always remember: both are blessed.

From faucet flows flattened flame, clear on skin, burning all the same.

We fall to see which way is up.

Wind brings movement of seed, soil, sand, leaf, and temperatures, sure, but wind wraps around, pushing, and we, silly billions, always try to fight back.

Do we really know our experiences? How sad to know only our recollection, when angles matter more than occurrences; something can happen once, but be known an untold number of ways.

So, we’re here; where else could we be?

See yourself, but know everyone else.

Always gain another’s view. Being well-rounded isn’t just about knowing everything, but knowing how others view everything, too.

What he says makes more sense than what is heard.

In the most hostile environment, become comfortable. Relieving yourself of anxiety and fear make you more capable of handling reality, which is often less hostile than perceived.

More exists in me than expressions can show. For that reason, I must use subtleties and gestures as well.

I am not slow, nor is an artist quite inefficient. If you wish to see/hear/read the outcomes, enjoy the strokes and the lulls.

Life is one of few who can fool you into acceptance and rebellion, without letting you know in which you have fallen.

Pride is a mighty beast who cowers not at Belief.

If there is no new content, create. All we ever do is consume that which we have not created, giving rise to a need to create our own, that which is new. This is why we prosper so: we desire all we do not know, have not experienced, do not yet have; we desire completion, a feeling of being whole through absorption of life.

​”Power,” this idea that someone has control over another, is completely imaginary. The only control one has is based solely on another’s decision to obey.

A situation is always scarier than a scenario.

Some people are bulldozers, some people are steamrollers. Some people can push through anything, and some people seem tough, but they need everything laid out all nice & even.

Ramblings 18

Mistakes are lessons not learned.[ Mistakes are the eggs of regrets, not yet fertilized with accountability.]

Memories are kept and not recalled.

Laughter bleeds bad blood.

Tragedies leave us and offer their condolences through progress away from what led to them. They, tragedies, are meant to carry us, as a society, further from where we were; in this way, they push us to be better. They pull us along to hope we become better, so they will not happen again. If they do happen again, surely it is us, us who remain, who have given our lives; they who have been lost, then, remain as a symbol of where we could be, if only we were to learn and not be complacent, not be unconscious to the world and all that lays ahead of us, ready to be picked up and carried, as we were and continue to be by miracles, tragedies, and wonders of this world and this life.

Life is a surprise we merely try to comprehend, until such time as we wake up to our being surprised, and follow, again, with attempts at comprehension.

Favorites should be fluid, right? They should change as we do, as our experiences do, as our outlooks do. If I still had the same favorite book as when I was a child, I would be reading nursery rhymes. Maybe that’s not a bad thing, and they do come back for children, but my point remains: There is no age at which point we cannot change our minds; so, too, our favorites can change– and rightly should.

Losing a marriage is as easy as trying to be the winner.[ You can lose a marriage by trying to be the winner.]

Look at the worst that could happen, then the best. Which is more substantial? Which outweighs the other? If you can hold success in one hand, failure in the other, and not break a sweat, what is holding you back?

Quotes Tertius

When you smile, the world stops to witness your happiness. Always smile, so the world is always stopped for you.

“I once was dumb, and find myself flashing back every so often,” says anyone not realistic about their limitations.

Honesty is helpful to one’s self, but honesty through eloquence is helpful to everyone.

Happiness is a rudder, of which we know little its mechanisms and much its foils.

The worst feeling is knowing I’ve changed someone’s outlook on life or me, without meaning to. I detest being thought of, let alone negatively.

Given the flower or the seed, always remember: one is dying, while the other has yet a chance to live.

Remember your constraints; they are not meant solely to keep you, but to carry you as well.

Memory is a muscle, and sleep is protein.

Being still is a means of control; remember, when you feel as though everything is out of control, you can always control yourself. Often, after gaining control of yourself, others fall in line accordingly.

Be great at everything you take time to do. Never settle for being okay; being okay is leaving knowledge on the table, and handing the check to someone else when you have more than enough of an ability to foot the bill.

Be great. Just try it for a while, and you won’t want to be anything else.

I will fight so long as there is a clear goal; otherwise, I would be flailing, which is far too close to another type of -ailing to know a difference.

I’m glad autocorrected, “words,” are not recorded, or you would no doubt think less of me.

I despise misspelling a single word, and will take time from writing to discern the correct spelling. Yes, this sucks for stream of consciousness, but I avoid Worry, a much stronger force than Theme or Subject or Passion to me. Labelled OCD, it’s really a pursuit of perfection, for whatever that’s worth or however subjective its realities. Being honest with myself, Passion for perfection is the same as Passion for writing, and so long as Passion is used, no other purpose matters.

If I could describe [Candi &] my sleeping habits using only a comparison to another species, I would point toward Dryococelus australis’.

Acceptance grants the acceptor unlimited insight into existence. However strong one’s beliefs or ideals, acceptance can broaden that strength by merely stretching to encompass more. Acceptance is assimilation of all observances and thoughts into one’s life. If even to dispel another’s views, accepting acknowledges those views and allows the acceptor to objectively move on from them. Fighting what exists, even if only in another’s thoughts, is fighting fantasy. Acceptance is not accepting existence, but is accepting there are other views of existence; even if another’s lens needs cleaning, acceptance allows us to be tolerant, and tolerance allows for clarity of thought, the most highest achievement of humanity.

In Greece, she would be as a goddess; here, she is a cunt.

It seems marriage is the only thing, once broken, which is no longer appreciated for its prior state.

It’s better to be far behind than fed up. – Mike Goodman says this sucks as a quote.

My goal in life is to ruffle as few feathers as possible, because all they do is dirty the water. [ruffle is not the same as pull, so this doesn’t really work]

Life is a series of choices to interact, or not.

Drinking is a form of relaxation, like dying is a form of sleeping.

Living in the present is not the same as forgetting the past.

Antagonists are as important as the protagonists, just as space is as important as the stars.

Leaving is never as hard as apologizing for having done so.

“Lonely,” is not the right word; “solitary,” is.

I try hard to be as silent as possible; I write instead. This has caused my verbal communication skills to diminish (as though I ever had them). Self-degradation is my defense mechanism, and I often depend on it to make others feel better about having hurt me, even professionally. Never be who you want to be; be who you need to be to be who you want to be. “To be,” or not, but know you are always being [something].

Listen to be heard.

Breaking is an excuse to fix.

Listening is the sincerest form of respect; it is a direct reflection of the time one puts into another.

Memory is the bottle of creativity.

Love from our feline friends gives happiness with a side of humility.

Look to always be better; you know, so you can become Prime ‘n’ shit.

Going and going, the mover never knows to stop.

“Always ask yourself, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?,'” was my Mom’s way of breaking my anxiety, so I could fix it with logical discernment.

I write as a form of expression. All expression is invaluable, as is all interpretation.

Dying is having known inhaling and exhaling, and being unable to do either.

Anger defines us. I would rather be without definition, though such shapes rarely keep it together. Can I say, then, that anger both gives us definition and destroys us, eventually, if we attempt to remain undefined?

I am more critical of my mistakes than thankful for my successes. Does this make me ungrateful of my gifts, or wanting of more? No. I am critical so I can strengthen my gifts, and pass them on to our children.

Lineage is the path one’s successes should take, with failures as signs along the way.

Failure is life’s way of showing you how much success should be desired.

Relativity is scaled.

I regret my previous lack of effort.

… like caribou in Malibu,
And I’m a big game hunter
With a finger on the trigger
And 4 more on the butt

“He’d be twice as smart if he talked half as much.” – My Dad

Lose to know what winning feels like? Sure, I’ll die to live now, too.

We can adapt to [any situation], but decide to make excuses for any situation. We call this, “being human,” but I call this, “bothering to be bad.”

Love is everyday. Portraying a bond as unattainable, except through a miracle, belies the work and patience put into love. Love is like the river and the stones: worn into one another, they are just as beautiful together as when they first met.

Jealousy is an afflicting notion that something will happen which leaves one at a disadvantage to another.

I miss losing my balance and floating into a crash; this is not a call for help, but a way to remember what was and is no more.

We foolish billions.
While light-boned feather-heads fly,
We crawl, silently, leveling to rebuild
What was beyond our reach– still.

A mark of a fool is claiming to be first after observing only their self; a mark of the intelligent is to wonder what is next.

Continuing a thought by building upon it can be both required and abandoned, often at the same time.

Sorrow, from despair, is borrowed, to be returned tomorrow.

Sorrow borrowed is sorrow lost; sorrow kept is sorrow wept.

They who fault someone for their minor mistakes may, themselves, be faulted for missing their attainment.