Showing posts with label quote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quote. Show all posts

Monday, May 7, 2012

Day 17 – Favorite quote from your favorite book
"'Ain't many guys travel around together,' he mused. 'I don't know why. Maybe ever'body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.'"

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Saturday, April 7, 2012




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now the donnelly brothers were always together.

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there was kevin, tommy, jimmy, and little sean.

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the irish have always been victims of negative stereotyping. 
i mean people think we're all drunks and brawlers. 
and sometimes that gets you so mad all you wanna do is get drunk and punch somebody.

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what's this, the truck you didn't steal, jimmy?

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hey tommy, you like this shirt?
you ask me if i like that shirt?

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now, jimmy knew a guy who would take the shirts for fifty cents apiece.
there was only one complication. 
apparently while we were in the bar, somebody stole the stolen shirts.

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you went down there with goodness in your hearts, but you wore masks?

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jimmy, we gotta give him back.
what we? you walked away. he's not your italian, he's our italian!

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if you're in that much pain, jimmy, why don't you just jump off a roof?

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you know that no matter what you say i gotta make this right.
i did that to him, tommy. i did it again.

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where are you going?
wherever you are.

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and tommy... tommy became everything he never wanted.

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Monday, March 5, 2012

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 Do you know what we need, man? Some rope.
Absolutely. What are you, insane?
No, I ain't. Charles Bronson's always got rope.
What?
Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it.
You've lost it, haven't you?
No, I'm serious.
Me too. That's stupid. Name one thing you gonna need a rope for.
You don't fucking know what you're gonna need it for. They just always need it.
What's this "they" shit? This isn't a movie.
Oh, right. Is that right, Rambo?
All right. Get your stupid fucking rope.
I'll get my stupid rope. I'll get it. This is a rope right here.

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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

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Tuesday, January 31, 2012


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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight 
struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words? 
Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that
you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open?  
Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t look in the mirror
for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?
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Ellen Hopkins

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Wednesday, January 11, 2012


People can’t seem to get it through their heads that there is never any healing or closure. Ever. 
There is only a short pause before the next “horrifying” event. People forget there is such a thing as memory,
and that when a wound “heals” it leaves a permanent scar that never goes away, but merely fades a little.  
What really ought to be said after one of these so-called tragedies is, ‘Let the scarring begin.’
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George Carlin

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Saturday, January 7, 2012

"Have a heart that never hardens,
a temper that never tires,
a touch that never hurts."
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Charles Dickens

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Thursday, December 8, 2011

what would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
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vincent van gogh

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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

"If the occurrence of rape were audible, its decibel level equal to its frequency, it would overpower
our days and nights, interrupt our meals, our bedtime stories, howl behind our love-making, an 
insistent jackhammer of distress. We would demand an end to it. And if we failed to locate its 
source, we would condemn the whole structure. We would refuse to live under such conditions."
--
Patricia Weaver Francisco

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Thursday, December 1, 2011

“What are these scars from?” she asked.
“They’re battle wounds,” I replied.

She looked at me for a long time.“Who were you battling?”
“Myself.”

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you reach your breaking point then you're broken
you heal but its never like before

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Friday, November 18, 2011

I thought maybe you'd succumbed
I almost did succumb, but then I turbaned up, and I feel a lot better

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Monday, November 14, 2011

An old Cherokee Indian was speaking to his grandson: “A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy. “It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil–he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is good — he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too.” The grandson thought about it for a long minute, and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?” The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

"And then some guy wandering as lost as you would all of a sudden be right before your eyes, his face bigger and clearer than you ever saw a man’s face before in your life. Your eyes were working so hard to see in that fog that when something did come in sight every detail was ten times as clear as usual, so clear both of you had to look away. When a man showed up you didn’t want to look at his face and he didn’t want to look at yours, because it’s painful to see somebody so clear that it’s like looking inside him, but then neither did you want to look away and lose him completely. You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself.”
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Ken Kesey

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Saturday, October 15, 2011

"'The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.' I agree with the second part."

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Monday, September 26, 2011

"You learn best by reading a lot and writing a lot, and the best lessons of all are the ones you teach yourself."
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On Writing Stephen King

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Wednesday, August 31, 2011


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you can't reach him, dean. 
you're outside your coverage zone.  
what're you gonna do to sam?  
nothing. he's going to do it to himself.  
what's that supposed to mean? oh right, right. better toe the company line. why are you here, cas?  
we've been through much together, you and i; 
i just wanted to say i'm sorry it ended like this. 
sorry? it's armageddon, cas, you're gonna need a bigger word than "sorry." 
try to understand; this is long foretold, this is your-- destiny? 
don't give me that "holy" crap, destiny, god's plan... 
it's all a bunch of lies, you poor, stupid son of a bitch! 
it's just a way for your bosses to keep me and keep you in line!
you know what's real? people, families - that's real. 
and you're gonna watch them all burn?  
what is so worth saving?! i see nothing but pain here; 
i see inside you, i see your guilt, your anger, confusion. 
in paradise, all is forgiven. you'll be at peace. even with sam. 
you can take your peace...and shove it up your lily-white ass. 
cause i'll take the pain and the guilt. i'll even take sam as is. 
it's a lot better than being some stepford bitch in paradise. 
this is simple, cas! no more crap about being a good soldier; 
there is a right, and there is a wrong here, and you know it. 
look at me! you know it! 
and you were gonna help me once, weren't you? 
you were gonna warn me about all this, 
before they dragged you back to bible camp. 
help me, now. please.  
...what would you have me do?  
get me to sam, we can stop this before it's too late!  
i do that, we will all be hunted! we'll all be killed! 
if there's anything worth dying for, this is it...
you spineless, soulless son of a bitch! 
what do you care about dying? 
you're already dead. we're done.  
dean!  
we're done!

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