Be like a postage stamp – stick to one thing until you get there. ~Josh Billings Imagination is a good horse to carry you over the ground – not a flying carpet to set you free from probability. ~Robertson Davies, The Manticore Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future. ~Corrie [...]
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For John Vlachoulis: Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as the popular cliché goes. I have firsthand experience to attest this claim. This long distance thing is, without a doubt, painful, but my adoration for you just continues to blossom. Our love for each other is so amazing that I, myself, could hardly believe that [...]
A Simple Lesson from a Simple Story
Posted: October 31, 2010 in Books, Literature, Quotes, Random Thoughts“Once you are real, you cannot be ugly, except for those people who do not understand you.” ~ Skin Horse (from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams)
(This is a poem I read in a pamphlet about blood donation… I’ve thought of sharing this with you.) I gave my blood, Christ gave His. I gave a pint. He gave all. The needle is small and sharp. the nails were large and dull. The cot is soft and restful. The cross, rough and [...]
The Self-Esteem Issues
Posted: November 28, 2009 in Essays, Life Experiences, Random ThoughtsTags: personality, Random Thoughts, self-esteem
It seems like no matter what I do I’m never happy with myself no matter what. *Why am I not as pretty and appealing as the other girls? *Why am I too thin? *Why don’t I have big breasts and butt? *Why can’t I look like that? *Why can’t I speak as good as them? [...]
I wish I could step back in time, I wish I could return to a place in the long life line, I wish I could really say sorry but it’s too late Given that I’ve already muddled up… And I wish I could just accept who I was from the very start. I wanted to [...]
I’ve been trying to write a good poem, but the words won’t come out. It’s like grief lodges this huge obstruction into the opening in which my creativity escapes through. Long before, I used to write poems easily especially for my dad, or out of hatred and frustration, but now, it’s been too difficult. I [...]
Everyone around me seems to be completely oblivious to their own being. Everyone around me seems to rely on everyone else to decide who they are, what they like, and what their existence means. And it’s these very people who irritate me beyond anything else. The current theory is that the human mind is a [...]