A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds, And when the weeds begin to grow It’s like a garden full of snow, And when the snow begins to fall It’s like a bird upon the wall, And when the bird away does fly It’s like a shipwreck in the sky, And when the sky begins to roar It’s like a lion at your door, And when your door begins to crack It’s like a stick across your back, And when your back begins to smart It’s like a penknife in your heart, And when your heart begins to bleed Your dead, and dead, and dead - indeed.
"We can't bear those close to us not to know about our troubles, we can't bear them to continue to believe that we are more or less happy when, suddenly we are not, there are four or five people in everybody's life who must be informed immediately of whatever is happening to us, we can't bare them to go on believing what is no longer true, not for a minute, for them to believe that we are married when we have just been widowed or that we still have parents when we have suddenly become orphans, that we have company when that company has just left, or are in good health when we have suddenly fallen ill. That they should think us alive when we are dead." - Javier Marías, "Tomorrow in the battle think on me"
"IF YOU WERE A WINK, I'D BE A NOD. IF YOU WERE A SEED, WELL I'D BE A POD. IF YOU WERE THE FLOOR, I'D WANNA BE THE RUG, AND IF YOU WERE A KISS, I KNOW I'D BE A HUG." - Barry Louis Polisar , "All I want is you"
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” - Neil Gaiman
"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best" - Marilyn Monroe
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Is like a garden full of weeds,
And when the weeds begin to grow
It’s like a garden full of snow,
And when the snow begins to fall
It’s like a bird upon the wall,
And when the bird away does fly
It’s like a shipwreck in the sky,
And when the sky begins to roar
It’s like a lion at your door,
And when your door begins to crack
It’s like a stick across your back,
And when your back begins to smart
It’s like a penknife in your heart,
And when your heart begins to bleed
Your dead, and dead, and dead - indeed.
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- Javier Marías, "Tomorrow in the battle think on me"
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IF YOU WERE A SEED, WELL I'D BE A POD.
IF YOU WERE THE FLOOR, I'D WANNA BE THE RUG,
AND IF YOU WERE A KISS, I KNOW I'D BE A HUG."
- Barry Louis Polisar , "All I want is you"
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- Neil Gaiman
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- Marilyn Monroe
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