January 2010
Perks of Being a Wallflower
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.
“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
“I hate you.” “I love you.” “You’re a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have.” “I’m trying not to be.”
When the police...
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A laundry list of problems,
Doesn’t make you interesting,
And never getting help doesn’t make you brave,
Not listening to reason doesn’t mean that you have faith,
Your just cutting off your nose to spite your face.
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Have you made your peace with your God?
‘I never quarreled with my...
– Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
(Discussion with his aunt on his deathbed)
Waiting are they? Waiting are they? Well—let ‘em wait.
– In response to an attending doctor who attempted to comfort him by saying, “General, I fear the angels are waiting for you.” ~~ Ethan Allen, American Revolutionary general, d. 1789
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I’d hate to die twice. It’s so boring.
– ~~ Richard Feynman, physicist, d. 1988
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Either that wallpaper goes, or I do.
– ~~ Oscar Wilde, writer, d. November 30, 1900
To my friends: My work is done. Why wait?
– Suicide note. ~~ George Eastman, inventor, d. March 14, 1932
Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long...
– Suicide note. ~~ George Sanders, British actor, d. April 25, 1972
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You were already in a prison, Evey, you’ve been in a prison all your life. Happiness is a prison, happiness is the most insidious prison of all. Your lover lived in the penitentiary that we are all born into and was forced to rake the dregs of that world for his living. He knew affection and tenderness, but only briefly. Eventually one of the other inmates stabbed him with a cutlass and...
So there’s a puzzle I work on endlessly
And I’ve got the sides and...
– Basket by Dan Mangan
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Why do you weep. Did you think I was immortal?
– ~~ Louis XIV, King of France, d. 1715
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Go on, get out - last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.
– To his housekeeper, who urged him to tell her his last words so she could write them down for posterity. ~~ Karl Marx, revolutionary, d. 1883