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Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
~Thomas A. Edison
A Guy
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
~Thomas A. Edison
A Guy
Animals have these advantages over man: they never hear the clock strike, they die without any idea of death, they have no theologians to instruct them, their last moments are not disturbed by unwelcome and unpleasant ceremonies, their funerals cost them nothing, and no one starts lawsuits over their wills."
Voltaire.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Mark Twain
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
A Guy
“Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.”
Led Zeppelin
The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, To reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.
Eleanor Roosevelt
Stifler's Mom: I got some scotch.
Finch: Single malt?
Stifler's Mom: Aged eighteen years. The way I like it.
I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
Albert Einstein
"Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.
Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.
Was Rorschach.
Does that answer your Questions, Doctor?"
— Alan Moore (Watchmen)