The time has come for the outsiders to be separated, forever, from those who were there from the beginning. It is a merciless process of cruelty, which involves alienating anyone you don't see fit to belong, and making them feel like dirt so that you can easily dispose of them. The idea is that if you can make the outsider feel totally unwanted, whether through ignoring them, or through verbal and physical harassment, then you've done your job well. Logically it makes no sense... the outsider ends up even further outside, and loses self-esteem, and feels bad, while the people on the inside get to feel good about brow beating a lonely person who only wanted to make friends and alleviate their loneliness. It's sad really, because it's so easy to become an outsider... yet so hard to get back on the inside. So you stand on the outside looking in, and you hope that one day you might make it, but until then, you sit...and wait. This is the way of life.
"Sa souvraya niende misain ye," he said aloud. "I am lost in my own mind."
"Nothing is trivial."
"On the path to happiness, I am everyone's guide, but I am no one's end."
"I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions." -- Lillian Hellman
"Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again."
"There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death."
"Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather."
"Dovie'andi se tovya sagain, sene sovya caba'donde ain dovienya." It's time to roll the dice, luck is a horse to ride like any other.
'O hag of yonder mill, why shouldst thou set me astray? is it not deceitful of thee that, through women, I should be betrayed and lured?'
'Tis not I who betrayed thee, O Suibhne, though fair thy fame, but the miracles of Ronan from Heaven which drove thee to madness among madmen.
Were it myself, and would it were I, that were king of Dal Araidhe it were reason for a blow across the chin; thou shalt not have a feast, O hag.
Othello: "Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night: for she shall not live: no, my heart is turned to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand: O, the world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by an emperor's side and command him tasks."
Othello: "I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss."
Othello: "...then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh."
Othello: "It is the error of the moon; She comes more nearer the earth than she was wont And makes men mad."
Cassio: "O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!"
Iago: "O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on: ..."
Iago: "Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!"
Iago: "How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?"
Iago: "Dull not device by coldness and delay."
No man is worth crying over, the one who is will never make you cry.
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
Kisses Are Like Tears, the Only Ones That Are Real Are The Ones You Can't Hold Back.
If I died and could come back as anything, I wish I could come back as one of your tears, Because what girl wouldn't want to be conceived in your heart? Born in your eyes? Live on your cheek? and Die on your lips?
Friends Without Faces
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
Take this week to have fun and be sure to let those "friends without faces"
know how much you appreciate them. Happy Online Friendship Week!
28905799 hihi ,i m pig
37012583 hey sanka, are you death?
23806279 Want to chat with a group of young girls, 16 years old?
19363667 y do u want to be killed u should live ur life to the fullest
27907756 do you like to play games? I will play one with you
13760666 i'd like to medal with you!
38864480 hello r u a hacker?
47990642 HI IM 69ER
43773706 yuo are a stupid
Reality is nothing, for it cannot withstand the night, and the dreams that come unbidden into our minds...
Vent frais, vent du matin
Vent qui souffle au sommet des grands pins,
Joie du vent qui souffle,
Allons dans le grand...
SA SOUVRAYA NIENDE MISAIN YE!