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Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Chesire cat.
"I don't know", Alice answered.
"Then, said the Cat, "it doesn't matter."
"At what exact moment did the real turn into the unreal, reality into reverie? Where was the border? Where is the border?" "What is human identity? How can such an intangible concept be preserved, manipulated, lost, developed, and fade all during a life time?"
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"I am not bound to win
but I am bound to be true;
I am not bound to succeed
but am bound to live up
to what light I have." |
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1. People are illogical, unreasonable and self-centered (including me). Love them anyway.
2. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Do good anyway.
3. If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.
4. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.
5. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway.
6. The biggest people with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the littlest people with the littlest ideas. Think big anyway.
7. People favor underdogs, but follow only top dogs. Fight for a few underdogs anyway.
8. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway.
9. People really need help, but may attack you if you do help them. Help them anyway.
10. Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the best you have anyway. |
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"Deal with the faults of others as gently as with your own” |
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"Keep doing what you've been doing, and you'll keep getting what you've been getting." |
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"Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come to play Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade Laughing all the summer’s hours away. And so they love, Oh, the tree was happy. Oh, the tree was glad.
But soon the boy grew older and one day he came and said, "Can you give me some money, tree, to buy something I’ve found?" "I have no money," said the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves." "But you can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town." And so he did and Oh, the tree was happy. Oh, the tree was glad.
But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree, "I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my home." "I can’t give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house." "But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home" And so he did. Oh, the tree was happy. Oh, the tree was glad.
And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes. "My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days." "I’ve nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down And build yourself a boat and sail away." And so he did and Oh, the tree was happy. Oh, the tree was glad.
And after years the boy came back, both of them were old. "I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift." "I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing more to give" "I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest," The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile. "Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that." "Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while." And so he did and Oh, the tree was happy. Oh, the tree was glad." |
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"You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that." |
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"All I want is some rough sex and a good cuddler...is that too much to ask?"
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"Sometimes you put up walls not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down."
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"The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be - and when they're not, we cry."
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"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
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"A thing long expected takes the form of the unexpected when at last it comes."
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"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
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"Doesn't the telling of something always become a story? Isn't telling something-using words, Japanese or English,-already something of an invention? Isn't looking upon this world already something of an invention?...The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something we bring something to it, no? Doesn't that make life a story?"
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"Hard work is damn near as overrated as monogamy."
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"Now my innocence begins to weigh me down"
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"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden."
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"People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost."
"The mark of a true professional, is giving more than you get." |
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"I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then."
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"Sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
"If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there."
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"But I don't want to go among mad people', Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can't help that', said the Cat. 'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad'
'How do you know I'm mad?', said Alice.
'You must be', said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here."
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"Beat me with honesty, don't torture me with lies."
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I have finally realized that I don't have to experience the world the way I have been told to.
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I am often sarcastic and it doesn't translate well in emails or on IM. No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous. |
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"Alice falls down the rabbit hole and her dress poofs up like a parachute]
Alice: Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs."
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Innocence with its bloody smile! |
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| Age: 30 |
| D.C.,
Washington D.C. |
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