SubPro Quotes Part 3
*Stars collide to see who outshines.*
you were a big fish in a small pond. this here's the ocean and you're drownin'. take my advice, go back to puddleville. you'll be happy there.
the key to flying is throwing yourself at the ground and missing.
can we replace our days of indecision with one of recognition? if so, then here i go, 'cause some things you know and some you just believe in, and hope it comes out even.
I have chronic disassociative sociopathic behavioral consistancy and when I'm engaged in conversation, I'm generally fantasizing about persuing my acquaintance around his/her backyard... with a 3/8 th pitch carbon steel-edged chainsaw over my head.
Everyone here hates everyone here for doing the same thing that they do.
Even the best fall down sometimes. Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Out of the doubt that fills my mind... I somehow find you and I collide.
If I were a sheep, I think I would make a wolf suit and then scare the hell out of all my sheep friends. -Katie G.
He's born to shimmer, he's born to shine. He's born to radiate...He's born to live, he's born to love, but we will teach him how to hate.
Suppress all compassion and you bear a weapon far greater than any held in the hand of a normal human being.
we cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that our eyes once watered.
on going to war over religion: "you're basically killing each other to see who's got the better imaginary friend." -rich jeni
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
Poured myself out: I am the empty cup. My hope has died away, and my tolerance faded. How can I keep Stability On such shaky ground? Prayers that a smile will flag me down. Sadly I've learned there's no truth in comfort; Well-being stems not from love. Anguish proves to be my only means of solace, Yet I want to be held by anyone, With any arms. I spend another morn alone, In a world that rejects me. A public unkind, laced with apathy. This one's for the world: I hate you. Life could get no colder; I'm living out a dying cell, But I can pull through.
As we grow up we learn that even the one person who wasnt supposed to let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and its not easy the second time around. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You will fight with your best friend and you may even fall in love with them. You'll blame a new boyfriend for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast and you'll eventually lose someone you love. life is short. Take too many pictures, laugh way to much and love without holding back.
When our kite lines first crossed, we tied them into knots. But to finally fly apart, we had to cut them off... Since then its been a book, that you read in reverse. So you understand less as the pages turn...
If I could I would shrink myself. Sink through your skin to your blood cells. Remove whatever makes you hurt. But I am too weak to be your cure.
Excuse me... Could you please help me? Would you please take the knife that you stabbed me with out of my back? I can't quite seem to reach it.
Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak. Sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made into a victim. Accept no ones definition of your life; define your own.
You can't leave footprints in the sands of time if you're sitting on your butt. And who wants to leave butt-prints in the sands of time?
I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of the night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn't make yourself over between dawn and dusk.
You never had it hard, but now it's getting tough so you whine, whine, whine and say you've had enough. You say I'm full of shit. That I'm a hypocrite. I shouldn't talk when I can't take the advice that I give. Well maybe you're right, but open your eyes: the main difference here is that I try.
There is an idea of spiffy; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real m: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours. And maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
Our mind is like a clear glass of water. If we put salt into the water it becomes saltwater; sugar it becomes sugar water; shit it becomes shit water. But originally the water was clear. No thing, no mind. No mind, no problem.
you were a big fish in a small pond. this here's the ocean and you're drownin'. take my advice, go back to puddleville. you'll be happy there.
the key to flying is throwing yourself at the ground and missing.
can we replace our days of indecision with one of recognition? if so, then here i go, 'cause some things you know and some you just believe in, and hope it comes out even.
I have chronic disassociative sociopathic behavioral consistancy and when I'm engaged in conversation, I'm generally fantasizing about persuing my acquaintance around his/her backyard... with a 3/8 th pitch carbon steel-edged chainsaw over my head.
Everyone here hates everyone here for doing the same thing that they do.
Even the best fall down sometimes. Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Out of the doubt that fills my mind... I somehow find you and I collide.
If I were a sheep, I think I would make a wolf suit and then scare the hell out of all my sheep friends. -Katie G.
He's born to shimmer, he's born to shine. He's born to radiate...He's born to live, he's born to love, but we will teach him how to hate.
Suppress all compassion and you bear a weapon far greater than any held in the hand of a normal human being.
we cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that our eyes once watered.
on going to war over religion: "you're basically killing each other to see who's got the better imaginary friend." -rich jeni
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
Poured myself out: I am the empty cup. My hope has died away, and my tolerance faded. How can I keep Stability On such shaky ground? Prayers that a smile will flag me down. Sadly I've learned there's no truth in comfort; Well-being stems not from love. Anguish proves to be my only means of solace, Yet I want to be held by anyone, With any arms. I spend another morn alone, In a world that rejects me. A public unkind, laced with apathy. This one's for the world: I hate you. Life could get no colder; I'm living out a dying cell, But I can pull through.
As we grow up we learn that even the one person who wasnt supposed to let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and its not easy the second time around. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You will fight with your best friend and you may even fall in love with them. You'll blame a new boyfriend for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast and you'll eventually lose someone you love. life is short. Take too many pictures, laugh way to much and love without holding back.
When our kite lines first crossed, we tied them into knots. But to finally fly apart, we had to cut them off... Since then its been a book, that you read in reverse. So you understand less as the pages turn...
If I could I would shrink myself. Sink through your skin to your blood cells. Remove whatever makes you hurt. But I am too weak to be your cure.
Excuse me... Could you please help me? Would you please take the knife that you stabbed me with out of my back? I can't quite seem to reach it.
Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak. Sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made into a victim. Accept no ones definition of your life; define your own.
You can't leave footprints in the sands of time if you're sitting on your butt. And who wants to leave butt-prints in the sands of time?
I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of the night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn't make yourself over between dawn and dusk.
You never had it hard, but now it's getting tough so you whine, whine, whine and say you've had enough. You say I'm full of shit. That I'm a hypocrite. I shouldn't talk when I can't take the advice that I give. Well maybe you're right, but open your eyes: the main difference here is that I try.
There is an idea of spiffy; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real m: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours. And maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
Our mind is like a clear glass of water. If we put salt into the water it becomes saltwater; sugar it becomes sugar water; shit it becomes shit water. But originally the water was clear. No thing, no mind. No mind, no problem.
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