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[Mystique]

“Oh, it's delightful to have ambitions. I'm so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them-- that's the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

 

[TinkerBell]

How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young.
It will never be older than this particular day of June...If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that..for that I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!

~ The Picture Of Dorian Grey

 

[Anabell]

I want to see you in love ... without me .. see how long you will last ...enjoy

 

[Mystique]

"Inside the snow globe on my father’s desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, “Don’t worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He’s trapped in a perfect world.”

The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold

 

[Aki]

'.......for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt and eaten up by wild beasts and another unpleasant things, all because they would not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long, and that if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.'

Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

 

[Aki]

She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes.
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll.

And once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.

 

[Hope]

She goes out to hang the windchime
in her nightie and her work boots.
It’s six-thirty in the morning
and she’s standing on the plastic ice chest
tiptoe to reach the crossbeam of the porch,

windchime in her left hand,
hammer in her right, the nail
gripped tight between her teeth
but nothing happens next because
she’s trying to figure out
how to switch,

She must have been standing in the kitchen,
coffee in her hand, asleep,
when she heard it—the wind blowing
through the sound the windchime
wasn’t making
because it wasn’t there.

No one, including me, especially anymore believes
till death do us part,
but I can see what I would miss in leaving—
the way her ankles go into the work boots
as she stands upon the ice chest;
the problem scrunched into her forehead;
the little kissable mouth
with the nail in it.

 

[Aki]

-Tis so, said the Duchess: and the moral of that is - Oh 'tis live, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!
-Somebodey said, Alice whispered, that it's done by everybody minding their own business!
-Ah, well! It mwans much the same thing, said the Suchess, digging her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder as she added, and the moral of that is - Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves.
-How fond she is of finding morals in things! - Alice thought to herself.
-I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your waist, the Duchess said after a pause, the reason is, that I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?
-He might bite, Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all anxious to have the experiment tried.
-Very true, said the Duchess: flamingos and mustard both bite. And the moral of that is - Birds of a feather flock together.
-Only mustard isn't a bird, Alice remarked.
-Right, as usual, said the Duchess, what a clear way you have of putting things!
-It's a mineral, I think, said Alice.
-Of course it is, said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to everything that Alice said; there's a large mustard mine near here. And the moral of that is - The more there is of mine, the less there is of yours.
-Oh I know! - exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this last remark, - it's a vegetable. It doesn't look like one, but it is.
-I quite agree with you, said the Duchess, and the moral of that is - Be what you would seem to be, - or if you'd like it put more simply - Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.
-I think I should understand that better, Alice said very politely, if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.
-That's nothing to what I could say if I chose, the Duchess replied, in a pleased tone.
-Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that, said Alice.
-Oh, don' t talk about trouble! - said the Duchess, - I make you a present of everything I've said as yet.
-A cheap sort of present! - thought Alice. - I'm glad they don't give birthday presents like that.

Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

 

[Sweety_boy]

"They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now."

 

[Aki]

-I know what you're thinking about, said Tweedledum: but it isn't so, nohow.
-Contrariwise, continued Tweedledee, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.

Through the Looking Glass and what Alice found there, Lewis Carroll

 

[Hope]

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half bad
if it isn't you

Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen

and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling

 

[Aki]

A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July-

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear-

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream-
Lingering in the golden gleam-
Life, what is it but a dream?


Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll

 

[TinkerBell]

Seahorses prefer to swim in pairs with their tails linked together. They're on of the rare monogamous animals , and engage in an eight-hour courtship dance which , among other things , includes swimming side by side and changing colors.
They're romantic , elegant , and fragile.
Just like love.
They remind us that love is meant to be wild , just like the ocean.

~ E shkëputur nga një libër..

 

[Mystique]

November again. It’s more winter than autumn…The trees are revealing their structures. There’s the catch of fire in the air. All the souls are out marauding. But there are roses, there are still roses. In the damp and the cold, on a bush that looks done, there’s a wide-open rose, still.Look at the colour of it.


Ali Smith, Autumn

 

[Hope]

Dashni je
qe ther n'asht
je dashni qe dashni s'asht
por qe dashni duket
si dashni shpirtin kur zhduket ma gjen
se dashni e vertete asht vec ajo dashni
qe dashni kurre s'mundet me ken. Shqip Hahahahahaha

 

[Aki]

'Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mindblogglingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as a final and clinching proof of the nonexistence of God.
The argument goes something like this: I refuse to prove that I exist-says God, for proof denies faith and without faith I am nothing.
But-says Man, the Babel fish is a dead giveaway isnt it? It could not have evollved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you dont. QED.
Oh dear-says God, I hadnt thought of that, -and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.
Oh, that was easy, -says Man, and for encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.
Most leading theologians claim that this argument is a load of dingo's kidneys, but that didnt stop Oolon Colluphid making a small fortune when he used it as the central theme of his best-selling book, Well That about Wraps It Up for God.'

Douglas Adams, The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

 

[gurax]

“Go through that door,” he pointed at the first door through which they had originally entered, “and you go into the Asylum. I’ve tried to decorate it nicely to keep the inmates happy, but there’s very little one can do. I never go in there now myself. If ever I am tempted, which these days I rarely am, I simply look at the sign written over the door and shy away.”
“That one?” said Fenchurch, pointing, rather puzzled, at a blue plaque with some instructions written on it.
“Yes. They are the words that finally turned me into the hermit I have now become. It was quite sudden. I saw them, and I knew what I had to do.”
The sign said:
Hold stick near centre of its length. Moisten pointed end in mouth. insert in tooth space, blunt end next to gum. Use gentle in-out motion.
“It seemed to me,” said Wonko the sane, “that any civilization that had so far lost its head as to need to include a set of detailed instructions for use in a packet of toothpicks, was no longer a civilization in which I could live and stay sane.”

-- Douglas Adams, "So Long And Thanks For All The Fish" (Hitchhiker's Guide, book 4)

 

[Aki]

“Go through that door,” he pointed at the first door through which they had originally entered, “and you go into the Asylum. I’ve tried to decorate it nicely to keep the inmates happy, but there’s very little one can do. I never go in there now myself. If ever I am tempted, which these days I rarely am, I simply look at the sign written over the door and shy away.”
“That one?” said Fenchurch, pointing, rather puzzled, at a blue plaque with some instructions written on it.
“Yes. They are the words that finally turned me into the hermit I have now become. It was quite sudden. I saw them, and I knew what I had to do.”
The sign said:
Hold stick near centre of its length. Moisten pointed end in mouth. insert in tooth space, blunt end next to gum. Use gentle in-out motion.
“It seemed to me,” said Wonko the sane, “that any civilization that had so far lost its head as to need to include a set of detailed instructions for use in a packet of toothpicks, was no longer a civilization in which I could live and stay sane.”

-- Douglas Adams, "So Long And Thanks For All The Fish" (Hitchhiker's Guide, book 4)

Se lexoj se akoma skam ardhur aty , po ja:
'Thunderous applause broke out as Max strode across the stage and handed his microphone to the Prophet.
Zarquon coughed. He peered round at the assembled gathering. The stars in his eyes twinkled uneasily. He handled the microphone with confusion.
- Er...-he said,- hello. Er, look I'm sorry I'm a bit late. I've had the most ghastly time, all sorts of things cropping up at the last moment.
He seemed nervous of the expectant awed hush. He cleared his throat.
-Er, how are we for time?, he said- Have I just got a min-
And so the Universe ended.'


Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

 

[Aki]

Edhe nje :

POPULATION: None.
It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of then is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.

MONETARY UNITS: None.
In fact there are three freely convertible currencies in the Galaxy, but none of them count. The Altairian Dollar has recently collapsed, the Flainian Pobble Bead is only exchangeable for other Flainian Pobble Beads, and the Triganic Pu has its own very special problems. Its exchange rate of eight Ningis to one Pu is simple enough, but since a Ningi is a triangular rubber coin six thousand eight hundred miles along each side, no one has ever collected enough to own one Pu. Ningis are not negotiable currency, because the Galactibanks refuse to deal in fiddling small change. From this basic premise it is very simple to prove that the Galactibanks are also the product of a deranged imagination.

ART: None.
The function of art is to hold the mirror up to nature, and there simply isnt a mirror big enough.

SEX: None.
Well, in fact there is an awful lot of this, largely because of the total lack of money, trade, banks, art or anything else that might keep all the nonexistent people of the Universe occupied.
However, it is not worth embarking on a long discussion of it now because it really is terriblly complicated. For further information see Guide Chapters secen, nine, ten, eleven, fourteen, sixteen, seventeen, nineteen, twenty-one to eighty-four inclusive, and in fact most of the rest of the Guide.

- Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

 

[gurax]

Se lexoj se akoma skam ardhur aty , po ja:
'Thunderous applause broke out as Max strode across the stage and handed his microphone to the Prophet.
Zarquon coughed. He peered round at the assembled gathering. The stars in his eyes twinkled uneasily. He handled the microphone with confusion.
- Er...-he said,- hello. Er, look I'm sorry I'm a bit late. I've had the most ghastly time, all sorts of things cropping up at the last moment.
He seemed nervous of the expectant awed hush. He cleared his throat.
-Er, how are we for time?, he said- Have I just got a min-
And so the Universe ended.'


Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

Mos u be 'spoiler', Marth Darwin!

Per temen:

"My dear young friend," said Mustapha Mond, "civilization has absolutely no need of nobility or heroism. These things are symptoms of political inefficiency. In a properly organized society like ours, nobody has any opportunities for being noble or heroic. Conditions have got to be thoroughly unstable before the occasion can arise. Where there are wars, where there are divided allegiances, where there are temptations to be resisted, objects of love to be fought for or defended – there, obviously, nobility and heroism have some sense. But there aren't any wars nowadays. The greatest care is taken to prevent you from loving any one too much. There's no such thing as a divided allegiance; you're so conditioned that you can't help doing what you ought to do. And what you ought to do is on the whole so pleasant, so many of the natural impulses are allowed free play, that there really aren't any temptations to resist. And if ever, by some unlucky chance, anything unpleasant should somehow happen, why, there's always soma to give you a holiday from the facts. And there's always soma to calm your anger, to reconcile you to your enemies, to make you patient and long-suffering. In the past you could only accomplish these things by making a great effort and after years of hard moral training. Now, you swallow two or three half-gramme tablets, and there you are. Anybody can be virtuous now. You can carry at least half your morality about in a bottle. Christianity without tears–that's what soma is."

-- A. Huxley, "Brave New World"