sy.think/tell

Monday, 30 May 2011

As the world spin and dance in my hands

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints in our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.

Sunday, 29 May 2011

Grown-ups are quirky creatures, full of quirks and secrets

There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

I’ve got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen

I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Well I have been searching all of my days

All our days are marked with
unexpected
affronts-some
disastrous, others
less so
but the process is
wearing and
continuous.
Attrition rules.
Most give
way
leaving
empty spaces
where people should
be.
Charles Bukowski

Sunday, 15 May 2011

In between the sky and every piece of the earth

We’re always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that’s all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can’t help feeling that that’s what it is.
Fyodor Dostoevsky

Monday, 9 May 2011

Teach me how I should forget to think

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. Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones

Sunday, 8 May 2011

I can't stand it you're fooling around I can't stand it, you're running around I can't stand it, you're fooling around with my heart

“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”

Eric Clapton - I can't stand it

Monday, 2 May 2011

She didn’t like to be talked about. Equally, she didn’t like not to be talked about, when the high-minded chatter rushed on as though she was not there. There was no pleasing her, in fact. She had the grace, even at eleven, to know there was no pleasing her. She thought a lot, analytically, about other people’s feelings, and had only just begun to realize that this was not usual, and not reciprocated. The Children's Book, A.S. Byatt