"All who wander, are not lost" that's another one I like.
But my favorite ovcourse is "It's better to be HATED for who you ARE, than be LOVED for who you're NOT" Unfortunately I think that 85 percent of people in this world live their lives otherwise. You may not like what you see when you look at me, but you know exactly what you're getting. No use in pretending or playing games.
I believe that life is about cycles, and things don't neccesarily have last forever in order for them to be the most perfect experience that two people can share.
(Although it would be nice). Sometimes we just enter a person's life to unknowingly hand them a lesson or vice versa, and then we move on. I find alot of beauty in that.
I'm more interested in not selling anybody short, than I am about hurting their feelings, and I'd prefer to be treated in the same manner.
People that don't ever get mad and/or go along with EVERYTHING I say, scare me.(lol) On the same note, I'd like to meet someone that only tells me I'm pretty when I AM pretty, so that it actually means something. Theres nothing better than a genuine, not over the top compliment from a person who doesnt pass em out like candy. I also don't play insulting, mean spirited(unless you deserve it), snobby or crude.
I know who I am, and exactly who I'm not.
I don't pull any punches, or try to make myself out to be better than I am, on any level, lifes too short for fake people and petty crap. The rough edges and imperfections in people are what make them interesting to me.
I'm not materialistic to a fault, as I've discovered since I moved back to Cali to live again after spending ten years in Arkansas,didn't plan it well(lost my car, eeek!). But o'well, live,learn,and grow, that's what life's about hopefully. I have a 69 Karmann Ghia now.
"CHARACTER IS WHAT YOU HAVE LEFT WHEN YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ELSE THERE IS TO LOSE"
If angels ate apples, potatoes and pears,
They'd grow to be chubby, and cheerful as bears
Nibbling knishes, and other such things
Tickling your face with the tips of their wings
If Seraphin shouted and whistled at girls
drank drafts from thimbles, all friends with the world
Drained the best ale, then chased it with rye
Then fluttered in circles while trying to fly
Angels on tables, watch out for your glass!
Slipping in puddles right plop on their ass!
Dancing to music that only they hear
Then tweaking the barmaids, a pinch on the rear.
Fuzzy fat angels, that's something to see
As they dance to the jukebox at a quarter to three
And ace out the pinball, a marvelous feat!
The lights and bells flashing (though sometimes they cheat;)
If Angels made merry, would that be so odd?
MUST THEY ALWAYS BE SOLEMN TO STAY FRIENDS WITH GOD?
It's a pity that heaven is so far away
Angels hardly ever, can come down and just play.
I am down to earth, honest to a fault, and a bit of a gyspsy
Sling Blade, The Green Mile, Across the Universe, White Oleander, Brokeback Mountain, Schindlers List, Shawshank redemption. Miami Vice.
The bond I have with my Pheonix, Cossetteee (Intentionally miss spelled because thats what her "Kee Kee" calls her).
And the hope I will be by her side in this life again
where I belong....
The knowledge that my best days are still shining like a beacon out there ahead of me.
Food, water and air
Are aware of our ability, and driven by the desire to, find and feel the craziest chemistry on earth.