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And now, in just a few short years, O God, how short the years can be! My eyes must upward turn, for then He will be looking down on me. No time for God is soon to say no time to eat or sleep, or love or die. Take time for God, or you shall dwarf your soul. No time for God? That day when sickness comes or trouble finds you out, And you cry out to God, will He have time for you?

And when you meet Him face to face, Will He—should He—have time for you? Your sins have separated Between you and your God. No man, build he Babels ever so high, Can reach thither. Christ has come, and in Him The heavens have bended down to touch And, touching, to bless this low earth, And man and God are at one once more.

Law demands—grace gives. There is a time, I know not when, A place, I know not where, Which marks the destiny of men To heaven or despair. To cross that limit is to die, To die, as if by stealth. It may not pale the beaming eye, Nor quench the glowing health. The conscience may be still at ease, The spirits light and gay; That which is pleasing still may please, And care be thrust away. But on that forehead God hath set Indelibly a mark, By man unseen, for man as yet Is blind and in the dark.

And still the doomed man's path below May bloom like Eden bloomed. He did not, does not, will not know, Nor feel that he is doomed. He feels, he sees that all is well, His every fear is calmed. He lives, he dies, he wakes in hell, Not only doomed, but damned.

Oh, where is that mysterious bourn, By which each path is crossed, Beyond which God himself hath sworn That he who goes is lost? How long may men go on in sin? How long will God forbear? Where does hope end, and where begin The confines of despair? And I made a prayer right then and there, Best prayer I ever said— The prayerest prayer I ever prayed Was standing on my head.

When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged him on a tree, they drove great nails through hands and feet, and made a Calvary; they crowned him with a crown of thorns, red were his wounds and deep, for those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap. When Jesus came to live with us we simply passed him by, we never hurt a hair of him, we only let him die; for we had grown more tender, and we would not give him pain, we only just passed down the street and left him in the rain. Still Jesus cries, "Forgive them for they know not what they do," and still it rains the winter rain that drenches through and through; the crowds go home and leave the streets without a soul to see, and Jesus crouches 'gainst a wall and cries for Calvary.

From the spectral mist and the driving clouds, From the shifting shadows and phantom crowds From unreal words and unreal lives, Where truth with falsehood feebly strives: From the passings away, the chance and change, Flickerings, vanishings, swift and strange, I turn to my glorious rest in Thee, Who art the grand Reality.

Nothing, either great or small— Nothing, sinner, no; Jesus died and paid it all, Long, long ago. Weary, working, burdened one, Wherefore toil you so? Cease your doing; all was done Long, long ago. Better news the gospel brings, It bids me fly and gives me wings. With kindly grace an angel ushered me inside.

Some I judged and labeled as unfit— Or of little worth. Indignant words rose to my lips, But never were set free. For every face showed some surprise No one expected me! Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! I am so weary of toil and of tears— Toil without recompense, tears all in vain— Take them and give me my childhood again!?

That weapon of her weakness, she can wield, To save, subdue—at once her spear and shield. We, as a church, have failed to communicate effectively the Christian message to the present generation, and this generation needs it so desperately. I say this because I have found that the educated man today is the anxious man.

He has a sickening realization of his own insecurities, inadequacies, defenses, and aggressions. He has soberly discovered that all men are not inherently good, just, and honest, nor does right always prevail. The Son of God in tears, The wondering angels see. Be thou astonished, O my soul, He shed those tears for thee.

Not far from New York, in a cemetery lone, Close guarding its grave, stands a simple headstone, And all the inscription is one word alone— Forgiven. And when from the heavens the Lord shall descend, This stranger shall rise and a glorious end, Well-known and befriended to sing without end— Forgiven. There is an eye that never sleeps beneath the wing of night. There is an ear that never shuts when sink the beams of light. There is an arm that never tires when human strength gives way. There is a love that never fails when earthly loves decay.

Wish that my room had a floor! I don't so much care for a door, But this crawling around Without touching the ground Is getting to be quite a bore! Out of the night that dazzles me, Bright as the sun from pole to pole, I thank the God I know to be For Christ the conqueror of my soul. Since His the sway of circumstance, I would not wince nor cry aloud.

Under that rule which men call chance My head with joy is humbly bowed. Beyond this place of sin and tears That life with Him! Angel Dust By Sodom. About the dangerous drug angel dust or as it is also called PCP. References to drug addiction. Searching, hoping for the right connection coz I need it Angel dust. Need a shot to get me through the day About sacrifice, and the temporary, sometimes circumstantial nature of love. If you would not have fallen then I would not have found you And I patched up your broken wings And I knew someday that you would fly away So leave me if you need to.

I'd rather see you up than see you down Angel Of Death By Slayer. Known to have performed pseudo-medical and scientific experiments on many of the victims. Slow death, immense decay. Showers that cleanse you of your life Human mice, for the Angel of Death Sadistic surgeon of demise Destroying without mercy to benefit the Aryan race Song is about the sixteenth century prophet Nostradamus who was believed to have predicted many of the great catastrophies fires, earthquakes, weather disturbances that occured in the twentieth century. In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher by the name of Nostradamus.

He prophesized that in the late twentieth century an angel of death shall waste this land Angel Of Harlem By U2. This song is a tribute to singer Billie Holiday. So long Angel of Harlem Blue light on the avenue God knows they got to you An empty glass, the lady sings Eyes swollen like a bee sting Blinded you lost your way Artist wrote this song from the point of view of Lynyrd Skynyrd members and what they may have been thinking right before their plane crashed.

These angels I see in the trees are waiting for me. The engines have stopped now. We all know we are going down Angels and fuselage Artist wrote this song for her two brothers, Alan and Shawn, who died from cystic fibrosis. They were angels in waiting. Waiting for wings to fly from this world. Away from their pain Sometimes the body is weaker than the soul This song is a tribute to Annie Jump Cannon the woman who developed the system for classifying stellar spectra.

She was a human computer at the Harvard College Observatory classifying stellar spectra she was the world's leading expert. She created the spectral class system we all love and use today! Annie's Anorexia By The Huntington's. About a "perfect" girl who seems to have everything going for her in life. In reality she is suffering from the eating disorder anorexia. The star of every young boy's dream. I surely would not have guessed she starved herself to fit that dress She never skipped class in her life but she skipped dinner everytime Annie's anorexic Annie's Song By John Denver.

Song was written by the artist as a tribute to his wife Annie. Come let me love you. Let me give my life to you Let me always be with with you A man with a drinking problem tries to remain sober but gives in to his cravings for alcohol. Everybody's having fun, so why be the one left out in the cold? You said you'd never take another drop. Your craving's big, your liver's shot You've got to dry out But it's martini time Anorexic Beauty By Pulp. Song is about society's unhealthy obsession with weight and how many models have developed eating disorders. We don't need no thought control.

No dark sarcasm in the classroom. All in all it's just another brick in the wall Song reveals a person's disregard for another who is less fortunate. About the importance of community and social responsibility and compassion for the homeless. He walks on doesn't look back, he pretends he can't hear her.

Starts to whistle as he crosses the street seems embarassed to be there Reference to using alcohol as a remedy for solving problems. A person in denial. Countin on a remedy I've counted on before. Goin' with a cure that's never failed me. What you call the disease , I call the remedy. What you're callin' the cause, I call the cure Looking back and reflecting on the significance or importance of one's life and work. I don't know, I may go down or up or anywhere. But I feel like this scribbling might stay So when you think of me, if and when you do. Just say, well another man's done gone Another Spill By Human Greed.

Another spill battered environment Sinking tanker, encrusted beaches, dying seabirds coated in oil. Another ecosystem you've just destroyed Antarctica By Al Stewart. Song is about the human desire and urge to explore uncharted lands and regions, in particular, Antarctica. I felt the chill of mystery with one foot on your shore, and then and there resolved to go where no man had before Seduced by this ambition I easily forget, the hopeless quest of Shackleton , the dreamlike death of Scott The Anthem By Good Charlotte.

An anti-establishment or teen angst song about about identity, individuality, and rebellion. At my high school It felt more to me Like a jail cell, a penitentiary My time spent there, it only made me see That I don't ever wanna be like you I don't wanna do the things you do I'm never gonna hear the words you say And I don't ever wanna, I don't ever wanna be I'm gonna get by And just do my time Out of step while They all get in line I'm just a minor threat so pay no mind A protest song about the Vietnam War and government proceedings of that time period.

I'm the fool, I'm waiting. Twenty five years of anticipating. I'm tired of your treating all of my children the same. Spending all that money on a stupid war in Vietnam. When we need it at home. I'm an anti-establishment man Anti-Homophobe By Brutal Truth. Song speaks out against homophobia and homophobics in general. You don't have the right to force your own opinion We believe in freedom. Whatever turns you on An environmental awareness song. Main theme of the song is about recycling and taking care of our planet.

Keep your planet clean and neat. Put your wrappers in the round bin. Recycle cans that are made of tin Apache By Nuclear Valdez. About the longing for youth and the safety and security associated with childhood. Life was different in so many ways And the wind always blew away my fears Now I'm always looking back. Why happiness got a little off track. Why simple things just disappear. And the wind stopped blowing away my fears Even though I'm lost inside. Then I'll find my road. I'll find the wind. Find the missing boy within Apache Tears By Johnny Cash.

About the mistreatment and painful legacy of Native Americans.

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Song is about the love and special bond between a father and his infant daughter. And when you turned into two, I was happy when you said I love you. Held you in my arms so tight. I'd never forget the best years of my life April 29, By Sublime. About the Los Angeles Riot that erupted after the announcement of the verdict in the trial of the officers accused of beating Rodney King.

I was participating in some anarchy. First spot we hit was my liquor store, finally got all that alcohol I can't afford Arachnophobiac By Michael Schenker Group. About arachnophobia , the fear of spiders. This is an infestation Changin the sheets won't do! It needs a fumigation And I don't wanna be there when they come out!

Argon Mill By Si Kahn. Song is about the closing of a mill and the effect on people's lives. Army Dreamers By Kate Bush. An anti-war song about a grieving mother and her son's loss of innocence. Mourning in the aerodome Four men in uniform carry home my little soldier Never made it into his twenties. What a waste Army dreamers Arthur, he does as he pleases. All his life he's mastered choices. Deep in his heart, he's just, he's just a boy. Living his life one day at a time Artificial World By J. A song about how we create images of the natural things we love, but don't seem to realize that we are destroying them at a terrifying pace.

It used to be a special place to walk among the trees and listen to the falling of the leaves. But that's no more, its all gone now About self esteem and breaking free of unhealthy relationships. You tried to make me doubt, to make me guess, tried to make me feel like a little less, Oh, I liked you when your soul was bared, I thought you knew how to be scared, And now it's amazing what you did to make me stay, But truth is just like time, it catches up and it just keeps going. And so I'm leaving About job dissatisfaction and feeling or receiving little recognition for your efforts from your superiors.

I'm working at my job More boring by the day. But they pay me. All that time spent at school Glad you gave us your best years About "sock hops" , popular high school dances held during the 's. Well you can rock it, you can roll it. You can stop it and you can stroll it at the hop.

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When the record starts spinnin' At the hop Atlantic City By Bruce Springsteen. About people struggling to get by and hoping for redemption and a second chance in life. Song also deals with the rejuvenation of Atlantic City , N. Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find.

Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact. But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Atomic Power By Uncle Tupelo. Song is about the potential destruction caused by the use of nuclear weapons. Atticus By Doug Hoekstra. Based on a true story. A social responsibility song about the importance of compassion, empathy, love, and kindness.

It didn't take much for her to show this man some dignity. I had to ask myself if I'd danced so gracefully. On the clouds around a corner somewhere in the night. Where angels fly and grown men cry, it's such a pretty sight. A piece of human kindness , unrequited love. A beautiful white pigeon, a charcoal-colored dove. On the corner Attila By Iced Earth.

Attitude Dancing By Carly Simon. About rediscovering oneself, reclaiming a positive attitude and improving your self-esteem and self. You just leave yourself behind Cop a different pose SHine a different attitude from underneath your skin Song raises concerns about the scientific practice of "test tube" babies. We had natural child births From test tube to womb, a new life beginning. Sterile injected but doomed to be freak. Experiment with life, genetic confusion Song relates to social health. About the importance of good friendships and forming bonds with other people.

And you need a friend just to be around. I will comfort you, I will take your hand. And I'll pull you through, I will understand The Auction By Tanya Tucker. Song is about a farmer who loses his livelihood due to high operation costs and poor crop prices. Johnson, we're sorry to inform you. You're request for a second loan has been refused.

And the board of directors in the city have instructed us to take the farm from you The fallin' price of wheat's not our concern Authority Song By John Mellencamp. About nonconformists , rebellion, and the age old adolescent struggle for autonomy, freedom and independence. They think they're so cute when they got you in that condition I fight authority , authority always wins. I fight authority , authority always wins Awakened Tears By Mandy Brakel.

Inspired by actual events , song is dedicated to a friend who died from Cystic Fibrosis in The artist is also living with this disease. We were singing and laughing as if life was fine. Suddenly I felt a tear streaming down my face. I turned around to say goodbye but it was just too late A-Whalin' By Roy Zimmerman. A protest song raising awareness about whaling. We'll wipe out the whales in a couple short years. And then we'll start killing Greenpeace volunteers When the whales have been wiped out from both hemispheres then we can spend our retirement years harpooning and skinning Greenpeace volunteers B top.

Song was originally conceived as part of the Lifehouse Project. A teenage angst song, lyrics address a variety of adolescent issues including; acceptance, freedom, identity, independence, and rebellion. I don't need to fight to prove I'm right. I don't need to be forgiven The exodus is here. The happy ones are near. Let's get together before we get much older It's only teenage wasteland Song is about child labor an all too common practice of factories in the early 's during the early stages of the Industrial Revolution.

To their jobs those little one's was strictly forced to go. Those babies had to be on time through rain, sleet and snow Many times those little ones was kicked and shoved around They never learned to read and write, they learned to spin and spool This song is about the Cuban boy Elian Gonzalaz who was at the center of an international custody dispute between Cuba and the United States.

The Bay of Pigs or baby Elian. Operation Peter Pan. America the devil's playground. Baby Elian Baby Elian About the extinction of small businesses as corporations slowly kill off specialty stores. Well, the hardware store was the first to go. Those prices just got way too low. Soon the other stores were closed.

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And the lights went out on main street. Whatever happened to our little town? Wal-Mart has run it into the ground Daniel Ahlborn. About using alcohol to deal with your problems. Hey bartender. I'm heading for the lost and found. If I have just one more round. So sad to see me this way. Back Off! By Monty Harper. This song was written by the artist for "Project Reach", a program designed to help kids think about cigarette advertising which was aimed at them.

References made to Joe Camel, a marketing tool used by RJ Reynolds in order to get young kids hooked on cigarettes. I run into a camel next to register four. He's wearing a tuxedo and a sneaky pair of shades Buy two packs, I'll give you the lighter free. I said back off camel Song is a tribute to former band mate James Honeymoon-Scott who tragically died from a heroin overdose. Written in response to the massive floods of in the state of Mississippi that killed many and left , homeless. I got up one morning, poor me I couldn't even get out the door Thousands of poor people at that time didn't have no place to go The song is a a not so flattering tribute to President Bill Clinton.

Like JFK but like Elvis too. Wearing those shades playing saxophone. With secrets to hide, sins to atone for About the brutality of incest, molestation and sexual abuse. Bad Connection By Cheryl Wheeler. A married couple stays together even though they are both unhappy. He's wearing the same old face. She hates him half the time and swears he doesn't mind. No kind word, no fond embrace According to lead singer Michael Stipe this song is an indictment of 24 hour news media. Go away. Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick- free Teflon whitewashed presidency We're sick of being jerked around Wear that on your sleeve Bad Habit By Offspring.

About "Road Rage" and the problem of aggressive driving. But when I'm in my car don't give me no crap. Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap. When I go driving I stay in my lane, but getting cut off makes me insane Well they say the roads a dangerous place. If you flip me off I'm the danger you'll face Badlands By Bruce Springsteen. Song is about feeling trapped or stuck in a situation, waiting for something better to come along, and wanting more out of life.

Talk about a dream, try to make it real. You wake up in the night, with a fear so real. Spend your life waiting, for a moment that just don't come. Well, don't waste your time waiting Badlands By Metal Church. About a person wandering aimlessly in the Badlands region range of the United States. Badlands is also the title of a movie that was inspired by actual events.

I feel a dry wind, dust in my eyes, the arctic cold at night God in heaven my only friend, will I live to see my journey's end Patiently waiting, they wait for me to die About the dangers of alcohol. Make you lose your money. Make you lose your best friend Wake up in the morning feeling bad Better stop that drinking before it goes to your head.

Wake up some morning, find yourself dead About using alcohol to help solve your problems. The liver is the primary organ in the body that breaks down alcohol. Yes, I drunk me a river since you tore me apart. And I have a drinking problem 'cept when I can't drink About despair and struggling through disappointment and difficult times. Bad Magick By Godsmack. About addiction and the dangers of drug use. About alcoholism. I drink so much whiskey I stagger home in my sleep The way I keep on worryin', I stay drunk all the time If I can't get no whiskey give me some gin or good wine Bagheera By Blues Traveler.

Inspired by Rudyard Kipling's Jungle Book , song is about loss of innocence, maturing, and gaining new insights or understandings. The time has come now for your awareness to change forever and there's a choice for you to make The only thing you must do is what you feel in your heart is true Bag Lady By Erykah Badu. About the struggles of homeless people who carry all of their worldly possessions around with them. Draggin' all them bags like that When they see you comin', they gon' take off runnin' Bag Lady By Todd Rundgren.

Fifty cents rent goes pretty far when you live in a subway car Crawling up the basement drain. Misfits and black sheep No one cares about sad old ladies with bags full of tatters Baker Street By Gerry Rafferty. A person searches for happiness and fails to realize that true contentment must come from within and not from external sources.

As the saying goes "the grass is always greener It has taken you so long to find out you were wrong when you thought it held everything Another year and then you'd be happy. Just one more year and then you'd be happy. But your cryin', you're cryin' now They don ' ' t teach you what to say to someone who ' ' s dying. They don ' ' t teach you anything worth knowing. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.

If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable. And just when you think it can ' ' t get any better, it can. Look at your 3 best friends. You may die of a misprint.


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Life is about creating yourself. If you can ' ' t change it, change your attitude. Don ' ' t complain. What truly horrible lives they must lead. The man who never reads lives only one. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. You ' ' ve got to do what ' ' s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.

Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That ' ' s who we really are. Love is putting up with someone ' ' s bad qualities because they somehow complete you. We have no scar to show for happiness.

We learn so little from peace. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I ' ' m already better than them. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. But that is not for them to decide.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. I''ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you''ll miss them when they''re gone from your life. I''ve learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life. I''ve learned that you shouldn''t go through life with a catcher''s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I''ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I''ve learned that even when I have pains, I don''t have to be one.

I''ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I''ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I''ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. But in the end, it ' ' s always their actions you should judge them by.

It ' ' s actions, not words, that matter. That doesn ' ' t happen much, though. How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! Sometimes you love them more. You live several lives while reading. We must never, ever be boring. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. I have erased this line. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I ' ' m still trying to figure out how that could be. I am who I am because of you.

You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I ' ' ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.

If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying ' ' End-of-the-World Switch. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That ' ' s relativity. But they also tear you apart. Those who don ' ' t believe in magic will never find it. It ' ' s even harder when you ' ' re stupid. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. It comes from your own actions. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem.

But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. Even longer, ' ' Pooh answered. Fear is stupid. So are regrets. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we ' ' re apart I ' ' ll always be with you. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, ' ' Damn, that was fun ' '. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you.

To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget. And friends leave. Life doesn ' ' t stop for anybody. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall.

Think of it--always. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. Now I ' ' ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don ' ' t rhyme, and some stories don ' ' t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what ' ' s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that ' ' s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I ' ' ll never forget a single moment of it. I can sit and look at it for hours. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts.

That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together. I ' ' ve let people fool themselves. They didn ' ' t bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me.

I wouldn ' ' t argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn ' ' t. And may the odds be ever in your favor. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man-for precisely the same reasons. No, read in order to live. If it ' ' s not there, you ' ' ve got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you ' ' ve got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.

We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.


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You know that your name is safe in their mouth. A wise person avoids it. Just get people to stop reading them. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people ' ' s business. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.

Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. One does not love breathing. Peeta hesitates, then gives an unconvincing shake of his head. Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl.

Come on, what ' ' s her name? Peeta sighs. I ' ' ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I ' ' m pretty sure she didn ' ' t know I was alive until the reaping. Unrequited love they can relate to. She have another fellow? I don ' ' t know, but a lot of boys like her," says Peeta. So, here ' ' s what you do. You win, you go home. She can ' ' t turn you down then, eh? I don ' ' t think it ' ' s going to work out. Why ever not? Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. And that ' ' s important-you know ' ,.

I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you ' ' re wonderful, and don ' ' t forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. Stay up and fight. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences.

And that ' ' s the key. It ' ' s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot. None of my friends are there. You know, with a bit of pornography if you ' ' re lucky. Running for your life is another. Simple as that. Their thoughts are someone else ' ' s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

We are here to help you. You will have time to get to your class before the bell rings. The dress code will be enforced. No smoking is allowed on school grounds. Our football team will win the championship this year. We expect more of you here. Guidance counselors are always available to listen. Your schedule was created with you in mind. Your locker combination is private. These will be the years you look back on fondly. You will use algebra in your adult lives.

Driving to school is a privilege that can be taken away. Students must stay on campus during lunch. The new text books will arrive any day now. Colleges care more about you than your SAT scores. We are enforcing the dress code. We will figure out how to turn off the heat soon. Our bus drivers are highly trained professionals. There is nothing wrong with summer school. We want to hear what you have to say. Remember that. No reason is needed for loving. Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

I require so much! I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. What a stupid lamb," I sighed. What a sick, masochistic lion. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear. Genius hits a target no one else can see. You aren ' ' t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can.

He isn ' ' t going to quote poetry, he ' ' s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don ' ' t hurt him, don ' ' t change him, and don ' ' t expect for more than he can give. Don ' ' t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he ' ' s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don ' ' t exist, but there ' ' s always one guy that is perfect for you.

For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people ' ' s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. I ' ' m not the silly romantic you think.

I don ' ' t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don ' ' t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I wanta steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections.

If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun. There is another theory which states that this has already happened. And that ' ' s what you ' ' ve given me. That ' ' s what I ' ' d hoped to give you forever ' ,. I can never train myself in all the skills I want.

And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited. They ' ' re like chef ' ' s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can ' ' t see from the center. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone''s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative.

I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we''ll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind''s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it''s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there''s a cat in a box somewhere who''s alive and dead at the same time although if they don''t ever open the box to feed it it''ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead , and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn''t even know that I''m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn''t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what''s going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

I believe in a woman''s right to choose, a baby''s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there''s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you''re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it. Count your life by smiles, not tears. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

We must of felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life. I don ' ' t know where there is, but I believe it ' ' s somewhere, and I hope it ' ' s beautiful. Oh Ronnie! That ' ' s everyone in the family! Next door neighbors? Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.

Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one ' ' s definition of your life; define yourself. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I ' ' m awake, you know? That means you ' ' ve stood up for something, sometime in your life. I am only passionately curious. You are able to say to yourself, ' ' I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along. Anyone who says differently is selling something. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it. There is no cure for curiosity. Is he alright? It ' ' s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

People that like to read are always a little fucked up. Imagination has no age. And dreams are forever. So you ' ' d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you ' ' ll never understand what it ' ' s saying. If you ' ' re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn ' ' t love you anymore. Why me? It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival. Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most? But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you.

Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before - bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it - but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely.

I still do. If you want me. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. I had the radio on. I said I didn ' ' t know. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit. I honestly think it ' ' s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It ' ' s probably the most important thing in a person.

So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it ' ' s in your mind. Who ' ' s to say that dreams and nightmares aren ' ' t as real as the here and now? But you can never love people as much as you can miss them. But I refuse to be reduced by it.

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Your Christians are so unlike your Christ. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell. The goal isn ' ' t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will. Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books.

Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You''ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She''s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That''s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn. She''s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street.

If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she''s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author''s making.

Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.