Thursday, January 29, 2009

When going through hell...

When you're going through hell, keep going.
--- Sir Winston Churchill

Meaning of life? What life offers you and what you make of it.
--- Anon

...two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.
--- Robert Frost

The tragedy is not how one dies. It is how one has lived.
---- Salman Rushdie 'East, West'

The great vanity is not thinking we can win, its thinking we don't need to fight!
--- Anon

You can never begin to live until you dare to die!
--- Anon

Nothing in this world worth having comes easy.
--- from 'Scrubs'

The secret to getting ahead is to get started.
--- Sally Berger

Monday, January 12, 2009

Last Laughs

A few actual gravestone inscriptions, some people have a sense of humour to the end, and beyond ;)

Here lies Ned,
theres nothing more to be said,
because we like to speak well of the dead.
--- Anonymous

Looked up an elevator shaft to see if the
car was on the way down. It was!
--- Harry Edsel Smith, Albany, Georgia

He called
Bill Smith
a liar!
--- Anonymous, Cripple creek, Colorado

Here lies the body of
Jonathan Blake,
Stepped on the gas pedal
instead of the brake
--- Jonathan Blake, Uniontown, Pennsylvania

Here lies the body of Emily White
She signalled left and turned right
--- Emily White, unknown location

Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed
He watched the ads,
And not the road.
--- Ogden Nash


Sapphires are those eyes of yours,
Ravishingly sweet,
Oh, triply fortunate the man
Whom lovingly they greet.

Your heart is like the diamond
That sparkles noble beams;
Oh, triply lucky is the man
For whom with love it gleams.

Your lips are like twin ruby stones,
None lovelier anywhere;
Oh, triply fortunate the man
To whom they love aver.

Oh, if I knew this lucky man
And found him thus in clover,
Just a tete-a-tete in the deep green wood,
His luck would soon be over.

---- Heinrich Heine

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Solitude Shattered

Oft had I found it bothersome, in a crowd to blend;
Had friends precious few, I was my own best friend.
I was an introvert, hated crowds with their petty drone;
Despised others' hollow chatter, was happiest on my own.
Not for me the moon's starry allies, together yet jaded;
I like the sun; singular, alone, reaching its zenith unaided.
Then along you came from nowhere and made me aware;
You're my unconsciously asked, silently answered prayer.
Your smile was an epiphany, that glance made me see;
I'm a drop of water and you the ocean that'll set me free.
My dreams monopolized, occupied every waking thought;
My blissful silences lost, in your musings I'm ever caught.
My muse, you took from me my most personal due;
My very essence, my solitude, now belongs to you.

--- dreamcatcher