Lyrics, quotes, etc. that you like or are inspired by!

[Osensitive1]

Great choice for thread revival, goddess.


"The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails."

[Celticgoddess]

Thanks. This was one of my favourite threads. Don't want it to get buried.

This is such a great song.

Did You Think ~ Adrina Thorpe

Did you think that my love was so weak...
that I'd just swim away if you sink?
Did you think I don't care that you aren't touching ground?
No, I'll be hanging round, if it hurts me to breathe.

Did you think that my love was so cold...
that I'd just run away if you get a little old?
Did you think I don't see that you've given all to me?
No, life would never be quite as warm without you right beside me.

Did you think that my love was so blind...
to your flaws, to your fears, everything you try to hide
Don't you know, I don't care, you're worth so much more to me.
I love you as you are. I don't ever want to be set free from you.

Put your head on my shoulder.
Lean a little longer.
Put your head on my shoulder and breathe.

['andersom']

Great lyrics.

[Celticgoddess]

Great lyrics.

I posted her singing it live in Stay The Fuck Out of My Music thread. I love her voice

[Trigger 11]

"You can run all your life without going anywhere!"

from Ball & Chain by Social Distortion

[Trigger 11]

"Trusting is one thing I don't know, when it comes to the campaigning men. But I'll meet you at the election, when I vote for the hope of this land."

from Carry On by The Samples

[Binty]

"Step by step, mistake by mistake, choice by choice, everything that I had ever done, every right instead of left, had been designed to get me here."

Augusten Burroughs

[Trigger 11]

"Rules are just helpful guidelines for stupid people who can't make up their own mind." -House

['andersom']

Inspired to go murdering and pillaging by the shit I hear on tv. Not quoting. It is inspiring though. 

[Adam]

http://thepurposeofspecies.org/blog/

[Binty]

Clementine: Do you know The Velveteen Rabbit?
Joel: No.
Clementine: It's my favourite book. Since I was a kid. It's about these toys. There's this part where the skin Horse tells the rabbit what it means to be real.
(crying)
I can't believe I'm crying already. He says, "It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

["couldbecousin"]

             "First goddamn week of winter."


--- "R. J. MacReady" (Kurt Russell), John Carpenter's The Thing

[TheoK]

Swedish poems are often great (if you have the right sense of morbidity anyway). I think I posted this translation before, but it's worth doing it again.

Thought has got no goal - Pär Lagerkvist

Thought has got no goal,
prayer's got no father.
Longing has no home,
pain has got no mother.

Born without navelstring,
unknown we are dying.
Came from nothing
and to Naught returning.

[eris]

from a Hemingway short story ...








"I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said.

"With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night."

"I want to go home and into bed."

"We are of two different kinds," the older waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. "It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be some one who needs the cafe."

"Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long."

"You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves."

"Good night," said the younger waiter.

"Good night," the other said. Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself, It was the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not a fear or dread, It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was a nothing too. It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived init and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y naday pues nada. Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give usthis nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee. He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine.

"What's yours?" asked the barman.

"Nada."

"Otro loco mas," said the barman and turned away.

["couldbecousin"]

"I know you gentlemen have been through a lot. But when you find the time...
I'd rather not spend the rest of this winter TIED TO THIS FUCKING COUCH!"   


--- "Garry" (Donald Moffat), John Carpenter's The Thing