How are we so “different”?
If “different” is just a thing.
If we all have certain features,
What does “different” bring?
People filled with hatred,
Can’t possibly see,
That there’s not really “differences”
Between you and me.
Looks can’t show “difference”,
If they’re just there to be seen.
If you don’t look like someone else,
Why are they so mean?
If being “different” is what is wrong,
I’d rather not be right.
And I’d want to finish living,
Doing the “different” fight.
By Vincent Tabatha
You know, as we come to the end of this phase of our life,
we find ourselves trying to remember the good times
and trying to forget the bad times,
and we find ourselves thinking about the future.
We start to worry , thinking, “What am I gonna do?
Where am I gonna be in ten years?”
But I say to you, “Hey, look at me!”
Please, don’t worry so much.
Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth.
Life is fleeting.
And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky
when the stars are strung across the velvety night.
And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day…
make a wish and think of me.
Make your life spectacular.
I know I did.
– Jack Powell (played by Robin Williams in the 1996 movie Jack)
Sweet were the joys that both might like and last;
Strange were the state exempt from all distress;
Happy the life that no mishap should taste;
Blessed the chance might never change success.
Were such a life to lead or state to prove,
Who would not wish that such a life were love?
But oh! the soury sauce of sweet unsure,
When pleasures flit, and fly with waste of wind.
The trustless trains that hoping hearts allure,
When sweet delights do but allure the mind;
When care consumes and wastes the wretched wight,
While fancy feeds and draws of her delight.
What life were love, if love were free from pain?
But oh that pain with pleasure matched should meet!
Why did the course of nature so ordain
That sugared sour must sauce the bitter sweet?
Which sour from sweet might any means remove,
What hap, what heaven, what life, were like to love!
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king. – JRR Tolkien (the Fellowship of the Ring)
“I’m a hopeless fu**ing romantic. That’s a part of me that a lot of people don’t know about. They know everything there is to know about another part of me, but not a thing about my heart.” – Tommy Lee
“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.” – Victor Hugo
“It’s our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” – JK Rowling (Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets)
“You know how they say that religion is the opiate of the masses? Well, I took masses of opiates religiously.” ― Carrie Fisher (Wishful Drinking)
“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.” – Phyllis Diller
All night our room was outer-walled with rain.
Drops fell and flattened on the tin roof,
And rang like little disks of metal.
Ping!—Ping!—and there was not a pin-point of silence between
The rain rattled and clashed,
And the slats of the shutters danced and glittered.
But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-colored
With your brightness,
And the words you whispered to me
Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain.
Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!