Sunday, June 15, 2008
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One I Love The Most
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Even the stars sometimes fade to gray. Even the stars hide away.
Sometimes it's hard to say even one thing true when all eyes have turned aside. They used to talk to you and people on the street seem to disapprove so you keep moving away and forget what you wanted to say. Little bird, brush your gray wings on my head, say what you said, say it again. They tell me I'm crazy but you told me I'm golden.
“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten”
If you cut, I will bleed, bring me down to my knees. You make me feel what I am is never good enough. Can you help me understand, I thought I made you a better man. I guess somehow along the way, things change. I give, you take. Somehow it's going to break, we can't go on this way.
"There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart." - Sarah Dessen
Tangerines are hanging heavy, glowing marigolden hues teasing a half-pale moon and I feel a pull to the blue-velvet dark and stars. Pink Magnolia, blushing and coy, savors the sun while she shines. All it takes is a little faith, and a lot of heart.
Tibby: Why can't you stop thinking and just follow your heart? Lena: Because, he broke my heart.
"Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend."
"Here all of nature was captured, labeled, arranged according to logic that seemed as timeless as if ordered by God, perhaps a God who had mislaid the original paperwork on the Creation and had requested the Field Museum staff to help Him out and keep track of it all. For my five-year-old self, who could derive rapture from a single butterfly, to walk through the Field Museum was to walk through Eden and see all that passed there. "
I could catch just like a candle, melt myself down to an end and I have no way of ever coming back 'round here again. Or I could glow just like an amber rising out of an autumn fire, drifting toward the heavens floating higher and higher. You better hide your matches.
“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
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