Quotes back of January 2025, backdated to the 1st.
March Hare: [sits next to Time and elbows him] Time is on my side!
-Alice through the Looking Glass (2016)
Louis Tully: Happy New Year. Stay fit. Keep sharp. Make good decisions.
--Ghostbusters 2
Organizing is what you do before you do something, so that when you do it, it is not all mixed up.
--A. A. Milne
[Chorus]
(Underground, underground)
Everything's happy underground
(Underground) You been kicked around
(Underground) Did life bring you down here?
Everything's heavy underground
We can be happy, we can be happy, we can be happy underground
-Ben Folds Five
Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.
- Hippocrates
I like to dream, yes, yes
Right between the sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near
To the stars away from here
-Steppenwolf
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
-- Carly Simon
The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help."
Harry thought. Then he said slowly, "It shows us what we want... whatever we want..."
"Yes and no," said Dumbledore quietly.
"It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.
-J.K. Rowling
Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money, " yeah
- Twenty-One Pilots
Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're okay
-Pink Floyd
There's a hole in my neighborhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall
-Elbow
Ah! Well a day! What evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.
I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages he found a story about Narcissus.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
“Why do you weep?” the goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”
“But...was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.
“Who better than you to know that?” the goddesses said in wonder. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”
The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: “I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”
“What a lovely story,” the alchemist thought.
-Paulo Coelho
When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing
The blues, ah, ah
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owls
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
--Elton John
14 miles away from
A landfill grave
Never pawned my
Watch and chain
To the landlord living
Inside my head
Never paid my rent
Till the lights went dead
Then I saw my sign
Comin' up the road
A dead ditch waiting
For to bury my load
on the avenues
In the plain of day
I threw a roosevelt dime
In a bucket of rain
Now hold your hand
Onto the plow
Work your body
Till the sun goes down
What's left of death
Is more than fear
Let dust be dust
And the good lord near
It's a little too much
To ask of faith it's a little late
To wait for fate
So tell the angels
What you seen
Scarecrow shadow
On a Nazarene
Kindness will find you
When darkness has fallen
Round your bed
Kindness
Will follow
Children will wander
'Til
The end
-Beck
“What's your name,' Coraline asked the cat. 'Look, I'm Coraline. Okay?'
'Cats don't have names,' it said.
'No?' said Coraline.
'No,' said the cat. 'Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline
People killin' people dyin'
Children hurtin', I hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preachin'?
Would you turn the other cheek again?
Mama, mama, mama, tell us what the hell is goin' on
Can't we all just get along?
Father, father, father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questioning
(Where's the love?)
-Black Eyed Peas
Do you miss me, Miss Misery
Like you say you do?
A man in the park
Read the lines in my hand
Told me I'm strong and hardly ever wrong
I said, "Man, you mean you"
--Elliot Smith
All around me are familiar faces
Worn-out places, worn-out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
[Chorus]
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, 'cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
[Verse 2]
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello, teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
-Tears for Fears
Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city
You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for their fires, loud neighbors
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city
You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder?
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
-System of a Down
If one’s bounty is not lessened,
And only profit is obtained,
Why should the ocean not enjoy its waves
Or a flower its own fragrance?
So I enjoy the worship of Shiva and Shakti,
Though I am never separate from them.
A reflected image disappears
When the mirror is removed
Ripples merge back into the water
when the wind becomes still
When sleep comes to an end
A man returns to his own senses
Now my individuality has come to an end,
And I have returned to Shiva and Shakti
Salt gives up its salty taste
To become one with the ocean;
I give up my individual self
And became Shiva and Shakti.
When the covering is removed,
The air inside the plantain tree
Merges with the air outside.
And this is how I honor Shiva and Shakti--
By removing all separation and becoming one with them.
--Jnaneshwar The Nectar of Self-Awareness
The true art of memory is the art of attention. Samuel Johnson
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you! John Irving
I'm interested in memory because it's a filter through which we see our lives, and because it's foggy and obscure, the opportunities for self-deception are there. In the end, as a writer, I'm more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened. Kazuo Ishiguro
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
Well, I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know
'Round here, we always stand up straight
'Round here, something radiates
--Counting Crows
Where did you get the preposterous hypothesis that I was a hippopotamus?
Did Steve tell you?
What's he got to do with it?
Bloody Steve!!
Other rappers diss me
Say my rhymes are sissy
What, what, what, why, why, why?
Be more constructive with your feedback
Because I rap about reality
Like me and my grandma having a cup of tea?
Ain't no party like my nana's tea party
Hey-ho
-Flight of the Concords
… Old man, look at my life
I'm a lot like you were
--Neil Young