Charlie Brown

"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love."

The Sprout and the Bean

And as I said,
I slept as though dead, dreaming seamless dreams
of lead.
When you go away,
I am big-boned and fey;
in the dust of the day,
and in the dirt of the day.

joanna newsom

Herman Melville

"It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation."

For the times they are a-changin'...

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

bob dylan

A Broken Appointment

You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.

You love me not,
And love alone can lend you loyalty;
-I know and knew it. But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be
You love me not.

- Thomas Hardy

American History X

Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it. Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like. 'We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.'

Happiness

"People spend their lives wanting things they shouldn't. The world confuses them into taking their love and aiming it where it doesn't belong... All it takes to be happy is to love the right things, in the right amounts. Not money. Not books. People. Adults who don't understand that sometimes never feel fulfilled."

St.Elmo's Fire

"It's St.Elmo's Fire. Electric flashes of light that appear in the dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it, but the joke was on them... there was no fire. There wasn't even a St.Elmo. They made it up. They made it up because they thought they needed it to keep them going when times got tough, just like you're making up all of this. We're going through this. It's our time at the edge."

"We live to love, and once love happens, I believe that we will love to live."

Jerry Maguire

"You had me at hello."-

Lust for Life

"But then, no artist is normal; if he were, he wouldn't be an artist. Normal men don't create works of art. They eat, sleep, hold down routine jobs, and die. You are hypersensitive to life and nature; that's why you are able to interpret for the rest of us. But if you are not careful, that very hypersensitiveness will lead you to your destruction. The strain of it breaks every artist in time."

irving stone

The Art of being a Pedestrian in New York

A pedestrian in New York City is more than just another poor soul walking down the street in just another super-sized American urban sprawl. The proof is in the proving that any heart-hardened New Yorker can tell an out-of-towner just from the way that he walks, much less the way that he talks. Pedestrians of New York do more than just walk, they jog, swerve, glide, duck, run, push and power through the avenues of their city with a speed and grace that is unmatched by those poor sauntering folks from other parts of the world. New Yorkers need to weave through foot traffic, dance across real traffic, dodge the occasional zealous bike messenger or errant cabbie, dive through closing subway doors and do it all without spilling a drop of coffee or tripping over the dog walker and his cadre of four-legged charges.
And they are adept at it.

New York pedestrians cannot be labeled walkers; they are rush hour sprinters, rainy curb vault jumpers, lunch rush acrobats and Times Square footwork artists. They are all of those things and they recognize those that are not, with the same keen sense of accuracy that a lion uses to find the weakest wildebeest in a traveling herd.

We do not take pity on the slow of step, those without split-second reactions and those without that trademarked New Yorker's sense of purpose and direction, that unmistakably arrogant and punctuated stride. Tourists are left dazed and buffeted about like leaves in a storm, stray notes in an orchestra too massive and foreign to be kept up with. In other cities, we would be in a rush, we would be rude and huffy and inconsiderate, but here at home we are just everyday pedestrians, in fear only of the moment when we are passed by one who is faster and more fleet of foot than we, and in that moment we will hang our heads in shame. -By Adam Redfield

With Arms Outstretched

i visit these
mountains with frequency
and i stand here with my arms out
now somedays they'll last longer than others
but this day by the lake went too fast

Beside You

We follow the river down into the stream
That's where my dream began
I left my worries to the people who stare
And dreamed without a care

That I'd always be beside you
To watch the day and night
And we listen to the sunrise
And feel its growing light
And peace will come inside so quiet

Wherever we're going, I don't know
For a million years our love keeps growing
The mystery deepens, day by day
But trust my love, and hear me say

simply red

What Dreams May Come

Dear Diary, I am writing in your bullshit pages because my shrink is crazier then I am. He thinks you're therapy. He figures if two babies can hammer me into a Psycho ward, what will I do with this ? He is so stupid. He's so stupid that he thinks he pulled me through the breakdown when it was Christy. Always. Only Chis. I was looking through his postcards. Paintings were his obsession. He used art as another way to love me, to help me. To keep us always together.

10 Things I Hate About You

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

stephen chbosky

Girl Interrupted

Don't ask me those questions! Dont ask me what life means or how we know reality or why we have to suffer so much. Dont talk about how nothing feels real, how everything is coated with gelatin and shining like oil in the sun.

Perks on Love

"More like the movie where the guy meets a smart girl who wears a lot of sweaters and drinks cocoa. They talk about books and issues and kiss in the rain."

"It's like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means that you're happy, too"

“I just think its bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girls is better than the girl actually is.”

The Tunnel

As you enter the tunnel, the wind gets sucked away, and you squint from the lights overhead. When you adjust to the lights, you can see the other side in the distance just as the sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can't reach. Then, you're in the middle of the tunnel, and everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening get closer, you just can't get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think you'll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is. The city. A million lights and buildings and everything seems as exciting as the first time you saw it.