quotation debate

[craig johnston]

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

- Ogden Nash

[12"razormix]

There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil.

Ayn Rand

[zero]

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there is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. it is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. it is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition.

- rod sterling - the twilight zone

[12"razormix]

Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.

Pythagoras

[zero]

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to begin at the beginning: it is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobble streets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloe black, slow, black, crow black fishing boat-bobbing sea and all the people of the lulled and dumbfounded town are sleeping now...

- dylan thomas under milkwood

[12"razormix]

Bottomless vales and boundless floods
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore
Seas that restlessly aspire
Surging, unto skies of fire
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead
Their still waters, still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily
By the mountains, near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever
By the grey woods, by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls
By each spot the most unholy
In each nook most melancholy
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by
White-robed forms of friends long given
In agony, to the Earth and Heaven

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis, oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it
May not, dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses

By a route obscure and lonely
Haunted by ill angels only
Where an Eidolon, named night
On a black throne reigns upright
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule

Edgar Allen Poe Dreamland

[zero]

i am worn out with dreams;
a weather-worn, marble triton
among the streams;
and all day long i look
upon this lady's beauty
as though i had found in a book
a pictured beauty,
pleased to have filled the eyes
or the discerning ears,
delighted to be but wise,
for men improve with the years;
and yet, and yet,
is this my dream, or the truth?
o would that we had met
when i had my burning youth!
but i grow old among dreams,
a weather-worn, marble triton
among the streams.

- w.b. yeats

[12"razormix]

Light rain drops fall and wrinkle the sea
Then vanish and die utterly
One would not know that rain drops fell
If the round sea wrinkles did not tell
So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face

Sidney Lanier

[craig johnston]

sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up,
snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather,
only different kinds of good weather.

- john ruskin

[trisherina]

You can always do a 180.

-- ill-fated aviation adage

[Hyakujo's Fox]

But they were wrong. They did not know that you can't go home again.

- Thomas Wolfe

[craig johnston]

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(so I) guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It’s ok I know nothing’s wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you’re standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up + say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there
I come home - -she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can’t tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where I’ll be . . . where I’ll be

Hi yo we drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I’m just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I’m dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head ah ooh

- Talking Heads

(God, I love that song!)

[karma_queen]

too much of a good thing is wonderful

liberace (of course)

[zero]

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nobody's interested in sweetness and light

- hedda hopper

[craig johnston]

For the rest, whatever we have got has been by infinite
labour, and search, and ranging through every corner of
nature; the difference is that instead of dirt and poison,
we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and
wax, thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of
things, which are sweetness and light.

- Jonathan Swift