Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.
- Dawn French
King of the Birds, Lord of the Skies
Gather ye rose buds while ye may, old time is still a flying;
and this same rose that you see today, tomorrow will be dying.
CarpeDiem: Seize the Day!
- Dead Poets Society
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Spotless Future
No matter what your past has been, you have a spotless future.
- Anonymous
Isn't it good to know that you have a spotless future, despite having a messy past?
- Anonymous
Isn't it good to know that you have a spotless future, despite having a messy past?
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Men Are Like ...
A guy's life can be described as a train on a railway track.
When they are 20, Every station they want to stop.
When they are 30, they can only stop at one station.
When they are 40, They want to stop but they are not allowed to stop.
When they are 50, They want to stop but they cannot stop.
When they are 60, They can't even start. How to stop?
When they are 20, Every station they want to stop.
When they are 30, they can only stop at one station.
When they are 40, They want to stop but they are not allowed to stop.
When they are 50, They want to stop but they cannot stop.
When they are 60, They can't even start. How to stop?
The Gepgraphy of Women
Between the ages of 15 - 20 a woman is like Africa.
She is half discovered, half wild.
Between the ages of 20 - 30 a woman is like America.
Fully discovered and scientifically perfect.
Between the ages of 30 - 35, she is like India & Japan.
Very hot, wise and beautiful.
Between the ages of 35 - 40 a woman is like France.
She is half destroyed after the war but still desirable.
Between the ages of 40 - 50 she is like Germany.
She lost the war but not the hope.
Between the ages of 50 - 60 she is like Russia.
Very wide, very quiet but nobody goes there.
Between the ages of 60 - 70 a woman is like England.
With a glorious past but no future.
After 70, they become Siberia.
"Everyone knows where is it, but no one wants to go there."
She is half discovered, half wild.
Between the ages of 20 - 30 a woman is like America.
Fully discovered and scientifically perfect.
Between the ages of 30 - 35, she is like India & Japan.
Very hot, wise and beautiful.
Between the ages of 35 - 40 a woman is like France.
She is half destroyed after the war but still desirable.
Between the ages of 40 - 50 she is like Germany.
She lost the war but not the hope.
Between the ages of 50 - 60 she is like Russia.
Very wide, very quiet but nobody goes there.
Between the ages of 60 - 70 a woman is like England.
With a glorious past but no future.
After 70, they become Siberia.
"Everyone knows where is it, but no one wants to go there."
Too Many Idiots
As a group of soldiers stood in formation at an Army Base, the Drill Sergeant said, "All right! All you idiots fall out."
As the rest of the squad wandered away, one soldier remained at attention.
The Drill Instructor walked over until he was eye-to-eye with him, & then raised a single eyebrow.
The soldier smiled & said, "Sure was a lot of 'em, huh, sir?"
As the rest of the squad wandered away, one soldier remained at attention.
The Drill Instructor walked over until he was eye-to-eye with him, & then raised a single eyebrow.
The soldier smiled & said, "Sure was a lot of 'em, huh, sir?"
Rebuild
"When defeat comes, accept it as a signal that your plans are not sound. Rebuild those plans & set sail once more toward your coveted goal."
- Napoleon Hill
- Napoleon Hill
Jealousy
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts--suspects, yet strongly loves!
William Shakespeare,
Othello
The Moor of Venice
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts--suspects, yet strongly loves!
William Shakespeare,
Othello
The Moor of Venice
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