Tuesday, June 14, 2011

"Why Is Being a Nerd Bad?"

“Why is being a nerd bad?

Saying ‘I notice you’re a nerd’ is like saying, ‘Hey, I noticed you’d rather be intelligent than stupid, that you’d rather be thoughtful than vapid, that you believe there are more important things than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?’ “

- John Green

Monday, June 6, 2011

"The Most Beautiful Lie We Have"

(on Twilight: New Moon)  "To be honest, I thought it was kind of stupid.  But it reminded me of what I really do like about Twilight.  It's fun, it distracts me from the pain and brokenness of the world, and it argues that true love will triumph in the end; which may or may not be true, but if it's a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have."

- John Green
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Saturday, June 4, 2011

"Every love story..."

"Every love story is, first and foremost, a mystery."

- Jacob at Television Without Pity
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Friday, June 3, 2011

"... Let go of the life we had planned..."

"We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the life that is waiting for us."

- Joseph Campbell

Silliness

“Silliness, is a vastly under-appreciated quality —in humanity. I don’t know why it isn’t among our major virtues. Diligence, and kindness, and patience, and humility; and silliness.”

- Hank Green
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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Thursday, May 26, 2011

"Stop All the Clocks" (W.H. Auden)

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."

- W. H. Auden