tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63420682011-04-22T09:20:32.997+08:00quotes lots and lots of quoteshoneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.comBlogger761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1107802528362798772005-02-08T02:51:00.000+08:002005-02-08T02:55:28.363+08:00

an angel is a belief with wings and arms that carry you. its not to be afraid of. and if it can't hold you up, seek for something new.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106072916413680932005-01-19T02:27:00.000+08:002005-01-19T02:28:36.413+08:00

What is time?--the shadow on the dial, --the striking of the clock, --the running of the san, --day and night, --summer and winter, --months, years, centuries? These are but arbitrary and outward signs, --the measure of time, not time itself. Time is the life of the soul. If not this, --then tell me, what is time?

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106072764156513872005-01-19T02:25:00.000+08:002005-01-19T02:26:04.156+08:00

A pleasant possession is useless without a friend.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106072689922537122005-01-19T02:23:00.000+08:002005-01-19T02:24:49.923+08:00

Nothing can supply the place of books. They are cheering or soothing companions in solitude, illness, affliction. The wealth of both continents would not compenstae for the good they impart.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106072546808795212005-01-19T02:21:00.000+08:002005-01-19T02:22:26.806+08:00

We are all travellers in teh wildreness of this world, and the best that we find in our travels is an honest friend.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106072477340450722005-01-19T02:20:00.000+08:002005-01-19T02:21:17.340+08:00

What I gave, I have; what I spent, I had; what I kept, I lost.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106072405200818552005-01-19T02:17:00.000+08:002005-01-19T02:20:05.200+08:00

Love is friendship set to music.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106072166278436352005-01-19T02:11:00.000+08:002005-01-19T02:16:06.276+08:00

I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106071265923447172005-01-19T02:00:00.000+08:002005-01-19T02:01:05.923+08:00

Give me the making of the songs of a nation, and I care not who makes its laws.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106071145748097792005-01-19T01:58:00.000+08:002005-01-19T01:59:05.746+08:00

It is as impossible for a man to be cheated by any one but himself, as for a thing to be, and not to be, at the same time.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106071006367559192005-01-19T01:49:00.000+08:002005-01-19T01:56:46.366+08:00

We will be happy if we can get around to the idea that art is not an outside and extra thing; that it is a natural outcome of a state of being; that the state of being is the important thing; that a man can be a carpenter and be great.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106070455808022432005-01-19T01:45:00.000+08:002005-01-19T01:47:35.806+08:00

A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106070309384447432005-01-19T01:43:00.000+08:002005-01-19T01:45:09.383+08:00

Above all, let us never forget that an act of goodness is in itself an act of happiness. It is the flower of a long inner life of joy and contentment; it tells of peaceful hours and days on the sunniest heights of our soul.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106070178606267872005-01-19T01:42:00.000+08:002005-01-19T01:42:58.606+08:00

Books, like friends, should be few and well chosen.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1106070118702065542005-01-19T01:41:00.000+08:002005-01-19T01:41:58.703+08:00

A teacher who can arouse a feeling for one single good action, for one single good poem, accomplishes more than he who fills our memory with rows on rows of natural objects, classified with name and form.

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A task without a vision is drudgery; a vision without a task is a dream; a task with a vision is victory.

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You have greatly ventured, but all myst do so, who would greatly win.

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No legacy is so rich as honesty.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1105961163688617822005-01-17T19:24:00.000+08:002005-01-17T19:26:03.686+08:00

And because right is right, to follow right were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

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Liberty is one of the most valueable blessings that Heaven has bestowed upon mankind.

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And having thus chosen our course without guile and with pure purpose, let us renew our trust in God and go forward without feat and with manly hearts.

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Keep a brave spirit, and never despair; Hope brings you messages through the keen air--Good is victorious--God everywhere.

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A noble aim, faithfuly kept, is a noble deed.

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Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.

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Nothing will ever be attempted if all possible objections must be forst overcome.

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The nature of Christ's existence is mysterious, I admit; but this mystery meets the wants of man. Reject it and the world is an enexplicable riddle; believe it, and the history of our race is satisfactorily explained.

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Well, when you are doing your duty, and you are sure of that, you need not worry too much about the dangers or the consequences.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1100585064350171922004-11-16T13:36:00.001+08:002004-11-16T14:04:24.350+08:00

the weaker sex is the stronger sex becasue of the weakness of the stronger sex for the weaker sex. how do i love thee? let me count the ways, I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. For the ends of Being and ideal grace. -- Elizabeth Barret-Browning All human things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey. Love

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099586992319042862004-11-05T01:48:00.000+08:002004-11-05T00:49:52.320+08:00

To the person in the bell-jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099586766384197322004-11-05T01:42:00.000+08:002004-11-05T00:46:06.383+08:00

What is a friend? A single sould dwelling in two bodies.

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Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that can not be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099586370808988822004-11-05T01:37:00.000+08:002004-11-05T00:39:30.810+08:00

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brillian, gogeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099465589953907222004-11-03T15:03:00.000+08:002004-11-03T15:06:29.953+08:00

Mia: Don't you hate that? Vince: What? Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel its necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? Vince: I don't know. Mia: That's when you know you found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099465364544308912004-11-03T15:01:00.000+08:002004-11-03T15:02:44.543+08:00

Love's like the measles- all the worse when it comes late in life.

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Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship never.

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The first time you fall in love, it changes your life forever, and no matter how hard you try, the feelin' never goes away. Poets knew that isolation in nature, far from people and things man-made, was good for the soul. Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. The reason it hurts so much to seperate is because our souls are

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I believe that if I should die and you were to walk near my grave from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099449953358537012004-11-03T10:45:00.000+08:002004-11-03T10:45:53.356+08:00

We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099449890315413112004-11-03T10:43:00.000+08:002004-11-03T10:44:50.316+08:00

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099449798163255322004-11-03T10:42:00.001+08:002004-11-03T10:43:18.163+08:00

A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099449768314874222004-11-03T10:42:00.000+08:002004-11-03T10:42:48.316+08:00

Art is I; Science is We

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099449738029576612004-11-03T10:41:00.000+08:002004-11-03T10:42:18.030+08:00

No one has ever loved ayone the way everyone wants to be loved.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099449682478052792004-11-03T10:39:00.000+08:002004-11-03T10:41:22.476+08:00

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099449553374135672004-11-03T10:37:00.000+08:002004-11-03T10:39:13.373+08:00

Mani s lyrical, woman epic, marriage dramatic.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099449404055748022004-11-03T10:36:00.000+08:002004-11-03T10:36:44.056+08:00

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.

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Woman would be more charming if one could fall into her arms without falling into her hands.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099449224472279682004-11-03T10:32:00.000+08:002004-11-03T10:33:44.473+08:00

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and theor entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099449045525332072004-11-03T10:22:00.000+08:002004-11-03T15:17:50.910+08:00

So cold, so icy, that one burns one's fingers at the touch of him! Every hand that lays hold of him shrinks back!-- And for that very reason many think of him red-hot. What? A great man? I always see merely the play-actor of his own ideal. What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil. To learn the truth at day-break and die at eve were enough. A silent communer, an ever

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099448429497687092004-11-03T10:19:00.000+08:002004-11-03T10:20:29.496+08:00

As we grow older together As we continue to change with age There is one thing that will never change I will always keep falling in love with you.

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Rimbaud: Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist Rimbaud: self interest exist, attachment based on personal gain exists, but now love. Love has to be reinvented. Rimbaud: The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable. Verlaine: I think its less important to love for soul than love

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099394485896538662004-11-02T19:16:00.000+08:002004-11-03T15:20:23.496+08:00

In this dirty-minded world, you are either somebody's wife or somebody's whore- or fast on your way to becoming one or the other. If you don't fit either category, then everyone tries to make you think there's something wrong with you. But there is nothing wrong with me.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099393212398500102004-11-02T18:57:00.001+08:002004-11-03T15:24:24.776+08:00

Is there a way to tell a stranger that once upon a time I fell from grace, I was lost so deeply in a dark wood that I'm afraid I'll never be safe again. We're taught to expect unconditional love from our parents, but I think it is more the gift our children give us. It's they who love us helplessly, no matter what or who we are.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099393166349504992004-11-02T18:57:00.000+08:002004-11-03T15:21:40.136+08:00

Is there a way to tell a stranger that once upon a time I fell from grace, I was lost so deeply in a dark wood that I'm afraid I'll never be safe again.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099393029614326772004-11-02T18:55:00.000+08:002004-11-02T18:57:09.613+08:00

We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who have loved us, and through that love may pass, we remain none the less their work- a work that very likely they do not recognize, and which is never exactly what they intended.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1099392924309598462004-11-02T18:53:00.000+08:002004-11-02T18:55:24.310+08:00

If we look at the path, we do not see the sky. We are earth people on a spiritual journey to the stars. Our quest, our earth walk, is to look whithin, to know who we are, to see that we are connected to all things, that there is no eparation, only in the mind.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1075438756045217412004-01-30T13:59:00.000+08:002004-11-03T15:25:56.296+08:00

So much of our lives had turned into remembrance.

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Because I don't live in either my past or my future. I'm interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you'll be a happy man. You'll see that there is life in the desert, that there are stars in the heavens, and that tribesmen fight because they are part of the human race. Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we're living right

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1075438280319416272004-01-30T13:51:00.000+08:002004-11-03T15:27:46.436+08:00

The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1075439112113351652004-01-30T13:05:00.000+08:002004-01-30T13:07:25.090+08:00

Why are entire years strewn On the cutting room floor of memory When single frames from one magic night Forever flicker in close-up On the 3D max of my mind.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1075438846208398992004-01-30T13:00:00.000+08:002004-01-30T13:02:59.233+08:00

Now here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with one's heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1075438680717104532004-01-30T12:58:00.000+08:002004-01-30T13:00:12.950+08:00

None of you is at all like my rose, as yet you are nothing. Nobody has tamed you and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first encoutnered him. He was just a fox like a hundred other foxes. But I made him my friend and now he is unique in the world.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1075438534029391562004-01-30T12:55:00.000+08:002004-01-30T12:57:46.293+08:00

Maybe that is what falling in love is about, having someone who makes you a little less alone.

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Everything has been thought of before, but the difficulty is to think of it again.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074496470786344062004-01-19T15:14:00.000+08:002004-01-19T15:16:28.700+08:00

True friends have no solitary joy or sorrow.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074496124964382662004-01-19T15:08:00.000+08:002004-01-19T15:10:42.936+08:00

The only conquest which are permanent, and leave no regrets, are our conquest over ourselves.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074496055901552582004-01-19T15:07:00.000+08:002004-01-19T15:09:33.890+08:00

It takes a wise man to discover a wise man.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074495965410244882004-01-19T15:06:00.000+08:002004-01-19T15:08:03.403+08:00

Poetry is vocal painting, as painting is silent poetry.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074495843725201042004-01-19T15:04:00.000+08:002004-01-19T15:06:01.733+08:00

Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074495803750400502004-01-19T15:03:00.000+08:002004-01-19T15:05:21.763+08:00

Life is like music, it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074495765759354912004-01-19T15:02:00.000+08:002004-01-19T15:04:43.780+08:00

When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074495713632617292004-01-19T15:01:00.001+08:002004-01-19T15:03:51.670+08:00

The best portion of a good man's life-his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074495666560198772004-01-19T15:01:00.000+08:002004-01-19T15:03:04.606+08:00

It matters not what you are thought to be, but what you are.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074495607085789992004-01-19T15:00:00.000+08:002004-01-19T15:02:05.140+08:00

Don't ask for an easier life, ask to be a stronger person.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074306365786445272004-01-17T10:26:00.000+08:002004-01-17T10:28:00.466+08:00

The Art of Love: Knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074306295203583382004-01-17T10:24:00.000+08:002004-01-17T10:26:49.903+08:00

What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires and accomplice

honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167313953322237565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342068.post-1074306051739151712004-01-17T10:20:00.000+08:002004-11-03T15:28:46.293+08:00

I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a poem, and to be given away by a novel.

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