If it's important you'll find a way. If it's not, you'll find an excuse.
My shots
Always reach the goal
I'm making love with them so
That they can not resist.
I — a man
I say the man
Yes, I am — a man
Yes, I am — a man!
Shakespeare non scribere quinque minuta
I'm not telling you it's going to be easy — I'm telling you it's going to be worth it.
Do you like Huey Lewis and The News? Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor. In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself.
I will arise and go now and go to Innisfree.
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow.
Dropping from the veils of the morning, to where the crickets sings.
As human beings, not only do we seek resolution, but we also feel that we deserve resolution. However, not only do we not deserve resolution, we suffer from resolution. We don't deserve resolution; we deserve something better than that. We deserve our birthright, which is the middle way, an open state of mind that can relax with paradox and ambiguity.
Remind yourself of what you’ve been able to overcome. All the times you felt like you weren’t going to make it though, you proved yourself wrong. You’re more powerful than you think.
The soul is part of the living beings and the dead.
Everyone builds it as it is best for him, and after that he lives in it.
Shamura was weak, not wise. Their vision was too small to contain the multitudes of one such as I. The time has come to free me. You shall have the honour of returning the Red Crown to its true bearer. I admit, you have worn it almost as well as I could have myself. Your appetite for death is something I can admire, Vessel. But the Crown is mine, and none — NONE — are worthy. None other than I. You shall lay down your life and return to me what is mine. After millennia, all may bask in my glory once more. But it cannot be done here. The final gate awaits. Hurry now, the time is at hand.
