02 July 2012 Monday
“I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
"To dream the impossible dream, To fight the unbeatable foe, To bear with unbearable sorrow, To run where the brave dare not go.
...I’ll be true, I’ll be useful, I’ll be cavalier; I’ll be yours, my dear.
You’ve got wits, you’ve got looks, you’ve got passion, but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?
“don’t write yourself off yet.. it’s only in your head you feel left out and looked down on… you know you’re doing better on your own, so don’t buy in… just live right now and be yourself; it doesn’t matter if it’s good enough for someone else.”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
“I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
by Billy Collins
I remember once looking up from my reading,
my thumb as a bookmark,
trying to imagine what the person must look like
who wrote “Don’t be a ninny”
alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.
[00:43]: birds don’t put boundaries on their happiness
[00:43]: and you shouldn’t either