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Your Favourite Quotes and Sayings - MKII

"At the best of times, to get into the company of Ulster-born people is to be bored within an inch of your life with dialect stories of Northern wit. Usually the Protestants tell stories of pawky Papists and funny Fenians, and their Catholic confederates return the compliment with desperate amusing remarks about larky Lutherans and witty Wesleyans. The unfortunate Dublin man, usually terrified out of his wits, for they are tough kiddies up there, has to grin and bear it and swallow it with their other guff about some 'dacent man' giving another 'dacent man' a glass of water after he was taken from under a ten-ton truck, the 'dacent men' being of different religion."

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pinkpapaver said:
stop it, you're making me wish I'd booked a ticket to aldergrove.

anyway, I just can't get enough of this brian Wilson fellow.
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I thought you might see it. If you recognise the author (and you probably do), you'll know he's on the wind-up. ;)

That Brian Wilson fellow is a genius. Have you heard Adult Child yet? It's a '70s bootleg widely available on the internet. It's from when he and his shrink were writing songs for therapy. Some of it's almost unlistenable, but there's some real genius in there.
 
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Tags added for the sheer size of the bloody thing, but it deserves to be viewed that way.
 
"A tremulous shiver passed through Mollser's couched body, as she mistily seemed to see a sinister vitality gleaming from the eye-like windows, leering down on the fibrous life that tottered into or plodded out of the various cave-like hallways. They seemed to glance in a sidelong, jeering manner at the horde of uncared-for youngsters playing feverishly in the street, as if conscious that each slum was a secondary parent to them, each child subdued by one faith and one baptism, having had to pass through the womb of the slum when they had been safely delivered from the womb of the mother. Having been born first in the image of God, they were afterwards to be moulded in the image of the Devil."

True to this day.
 
Men of the market, busy with decimals,
Smother with spittle the glorious fancies
That flow from the brooding mind of God,
And are colour'd anew in the songs of the poets.
Apes who have stamped their blasted trademarks
Over the lyric-jewel'd zone of Venus,
And would stamp them, too, on the stars of God,
Or the moment's glory of a butterfly's wing,
Smother with spittle the glorious fancies
That flow from the brooding mind of God
Into the brooding mind of the poets.
 
He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else.I am not sad.
 
My mother always says "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all."
My father always says "How are you is a greeting not a question."

Hmmmmm. No wonder they didn't figure out I had mental health issues until I was 18.
 
If we never experience the chill of a dark winter, it is very unlikely that we will ever cherish the warmth of a bright summer’s day. Nothing stimulates our appetite for the simple joys of life more than the starvation caused by sadness or desperation. In order to complete our amazing life journey successfully, it is vital that we turn each and every dark tear into a pearl of wisdom, and find the blessing in every curse.
 
Erikmen said:
“He who takes offense when no offense is intended is a fool, and he who takes offense when offense is intended is a greater fool.”

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I really like that one. It could be a very useful one to try to bare in mind if, or more likely when, i next find myself in a situation like that. I've been through phases of being so tempremental and 'touchy' that it was beyond ludicrous. I used to get seriously ego woundedly offended probably at least once every day. Im glad to say that that situation has kind of reversed, and im generally not so easily offended anymore.

It seems to be the case that the more you are concerned about what others think the more negative attention you bring upon yourself, but if you arent obsessed by such unhelpful thoughts throughout the day then ive found that im massively less likely to be offended by anyone, whether they were / are delibarately intending to or not. That just seems to be one of the strange ways people work. :?

Also i know myself pretty well by now, so if i come across badly on occasion to complete strangers, mancs arent shy about letting you know. But generally i dont give a fiddlers fart for the opinions and judgements of complete strangers, that would be ludicrous, they have no idea who i am.

Please dont take that as a cue to try to offend me. :p:D
 
Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.
 
“I suppose that one reason I have always detested religion is its sly tendency to insinuate the idea that the universe is designed with 'you' in mind or, even worse, that there is a divine plan into which one fits whether one knows it or not. This kind of modesty is too arrogant for me.”
 
“Love.

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.”
 
The line between quotes and outright poetry has disappeared completely haha.

I hear they have songs in audio format now. (Imagine a Liverpudlian accent)
 
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif]“Class is an aura of confidence that is being sure without being cocky. Class has nothing to do with money. Class never runs scared. It is self-discipline and self-knowledge. It's the sure-footedness that comes with having proved you can meet life.[/FONT]
 
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