Your Favorite Quotes!

The Batlord · 03-13-2017, 02:28 PM

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Originally Posted by pansy gayboy 69

i don't think thats what malcolm meant but whatever makes you happy

meh. ku klux klan is a hate group. nation of islam was like a reaction to that hate. two very different things.

One of the beliefs of the Nation of Islam is that white people were created specifically to rule black people by trickery and deceit. And while I believe the Nation of Islam does not explicitly teach that white people are inferior to black people, before Malcolm X changed his views, he did. Yeah, **** the Nation of Islam.

Psy-Fi · 03-13-2017, 03:50 PM

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Originally Posted by The Batlord

That does make him at least five times as awesome. Ten if he nailed one of them.

"Goodbye"

- Morrissey

Chiomara · 03-14-2017, 02:55 PM

Granny Weatherwax was often angry. She considered it one of her strong points. Genuine anger was one of the world’s great creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn’t mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.
-Wyrd Sisters, Terry Pratchett

Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.
-Khalil Gibran

There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you.
Martha Graham

If by intellectual you mean somebody who works only with his head and not with his hands, then the bank clerk is an intellectual and Michelangelo is not. And today, with a computer, everybody is an intellectual. So I don’t think it has anything to do with someone’s profession or with someone’s social class. According to me, an intellectual is anyone who is creatively producing new knowledge. A peasant who understands that a new kind of graft can produce a new species of apples has at that moment produced an intellectual activity. Whereas the professor of philosophy who all his life repeats the same lecture on Heidegger doesn’t amount to an intellectual. Critical creativity—criticizing what we are doing or inventing better ways of doing it—is the only mark of the intellectual function.
-Umberto Eco, “The Art of Fiction, No. 197”, The Paris Review (Summer 2008, No. 185)

And yet
to wine, to opium even, I prefer
the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;
and in the wasteland of desire
your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.
Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

And *spins a wheel* here's an ancient curse:

Iam vos ego nomine vero
Eliciam, Stygiasque canes in luce superna
Destituam: per busta sequar, per funera custos;
Expellam tumulis, abigam vos omnibus urnis.
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Now I will lure you
by your true names,
and Stygian hounds in the light of day
forsake: through pyres I will pursue you, through burials your jailer;
I will hurl you from barrows, I will drive you from every urn.
-Lucan, Pharsalia 6.732-35

kibbeh · 03-15-2017, 12:18 AM

khalil gibran is my bitch <3

Chiomara · 03-17-2017, 02:16 PM

If the fabric that separates earth and eternity is so threadbare, a chute to hell yawning open beneath your feet at any moment, then it makes sense to name your roads Gethsemane or Golgotha, Sinai or Calvary. Set aside even common land as hallowed. There is no bright line between now and forever.
-Joni Tevis, “The Lay of the Land,” in The World is on Fire: Scrap, Treasure, and Songs of Apocalypse

"Monster” is derived from the Latin noun monstrum, “divine portent,” itself formed on the root of the verb monere, “to warn.” It came to refer to living things of anomalous shape or structure, or to fabulous creatures like the sphinx who were composed of strikingly incongruous parts, because the ancients considered the appearance of such beings to be a sign of some impending supernatural event. Monsters, like angels, functioned as messengers and heralds of the extraordinary. They served to announce impending revelation, saying, in effect, “Pay attention; something of profound importance is happening."
-My Words to Victor Frankenstein: by Susan Stryker

I sometimes fear that people might think that fascism arrives in fancy dress worn by grotesques and monsters as played out in endless re-runs of the Nazis. Fascism arrives as your friend. It will restore your honour, make you feel proud, protect your house, give you a job, clean up the neighbourhood, remind you of how great you once were, clear out the venal and the corrupt, remove anything you feel is unlike you…It doesn’t walk in saying, “Our programme means militias, mass imprisonments, transportations, war and persecution.”
— Michael Rosen

Can the hungry go on a hunger strike? Non-violence is a piece of theatre. You need an audience. What can you do when you have no audience? People have the right to resist annihilation.
— Arundhati Roy

DwnWthVwls · 03-17-2017, 02:55 PM

A few I really enjoyed from "The Ocean at the End of the Lane":

“Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences."

“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”

“A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.”

“Nothing's ever the same," she said. "Be it a second later or a hundred years. It's always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.”

~~Cuthbert~~ · 03-18-2017, 07:04 PM

An underappreciated gem from Nea.

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Originally Posted by Neapolitan

There are two persons of colour on MB, they are collectively known as "Two PoC."

grindy · 03-19-2017, 07:18 AM

“I am closest of all to happiness—although I won’t attempt to define just what it is—when I turn away from the window and am aware, with the edge of my consciousness, that a moment ago I was not here, there was simply the world outside the window, and something beautiful and incomprehensible, something which there is absolutely no need to ‘comprehend,’ existed for a few seconds instead of the usual swarm of thoughts, of which one, like a locomotive, pulls all the others after it, absorbs them all and calls itself ‘I’.”
― Victor Pelevin, The Yellow Arrow

~~Cuthbert~~ · 03-19-2017, 01:05 PM

http://www.musicbanter.com/lounge/17...ml#post1798619

#16

Chiomara · 03-21-2017, 09:29 PM

Jane Eyre:

You shall tear yourself away, none shall help you: you shall, yourself, pluck out your right eye: yourself cut off your right hand: your heart shall be the victim; and you, the priest, to transfix it.

‘You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base. But I tell you–and you may mark my words–you will come some day to a craggy pass of the channel, where the whole of life’s stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master wave into a calmer current–as I am now.’

My nerves vibrated to those low-spoken words as they had never vibrated to thunder–my blood felt their subtle violence as it had never felt frost or fire: but I was collected, and in no danger of swooning. I looked at Mr. Rochester: I made him look at me. His whole face was colourless rock: his eye was both spark and flint. He disavowed nothing; he seemed as if he would defy all things. Without speaking; without smiling; without seeming to recognise in me a human being, he only twined my waist with his arm, and riveted me to his side.

‘I never met your likeness. Jane: you please me, and you master me–you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced–conquered; and the influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo has a witchery beyond any triumph I can win.’

‘Good angels be my guard! She comes from the other world–from the abode of people who are dead; and tells me so when she meets me alone here in the gloaming! If I dared I’d touch you to see if you are substance or shadow, you elf!–but I’d as soon offer to take hold of a blue ignis fatuus light in a marsh.’

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03-19-2017, 07:18 AM	#118 (permalink)
grindy . Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: . Posts: 7,201	“I am closest of all to happiness—although I won’t attempt to define just what it is—when I turn away from the window and am aware, with the edge of my consciousness, that a moment ago I was not here, there was simply the world outside the window, and something beautiful and incomprehensible, something which there is absolutely no need to ‘comprehend,’ existed for a few seconds instead of the usual swarm of thoughts, of which one, like a locomotive, pulls all the others after it, absorbs them all and calls itself ‘I’.” ― Victor Pelevin, The Yellow Arrow __________________ *A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.*

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Chiomara mayor of spookytown Join Date: Jan 2017 Posts: 812	Granny Weatherwax was often angry. She considered it one of her strong points. Genuine anger was one of the world’s great creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn’t mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge. -Wyrd Sisters, Terry Pratchett Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things. -Khalil Gibran There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Martha Graham If by intellectual you mean somebody who works only with his head and not with his hands, then the bank clerk is an intellectual and Michelangelo is not. And today, with a computer, everybody is an intellectual. So I don’t think it has anything to do with someone’s profession or with someone’s social class. According to me, an intellectual is anyone who is creatively producing new knowledge. A peasant who understands that a new kind of graft can produce a new species of apples has at that moment produced an intellectual activity. Whereas the professor of philosophy who all his life repeats the same lecture on Heidegger doesn’t amount to an intellectual. Critical creativity—criticizing what we are doing or inventing better ways of doing it—is the only mark of the intellectual function. -Umberto Eco, “The Art of Fiction, No. 197”, The Paris Review (Summer 2008, No. 185) And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst. Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal And spins a wheel here's an ancient curse: Iam vos ego nomine vero Eliciam, Stygiasque canes in luce superna Destituam: per busta sequar, per funera custos; Expellam tumulis, abigam vos omnibus urnis. - Now I will lure you by your true names, and Stygian hounds in the light of day forsake: through pyres I will pursue you, through burials your jailer; I will hurl you from barrows, I will drive you from every urn. -Lucan, Pharsalia 6.732-35

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Chiomara mayor of spookytown Join Date: Jan 2017 Posts: 812	If the fabric that separates earth and eternity is so threadbare, a chute to hell yawning open beneath your feet at any moment, then it makes sense to name your roads Gethsemane or Golgotha, Sinai or Calvary. Set aside even common land as hallowed. There is no bright line between now and forever. -Joni Tevis, “The Lay of the Land,” in The World is on Fire: Scrap, Treasure, and Songs of Apocalypse "Monster” is derived from the Latin noun monstrum, “divine portent,” itself formed on the root of the verb monere, “to warn.” It came to refer to living things of anomalous shape or structure, or to fabulous creatures like the sphinx who were composed of strikingly incongruous parts, because the ancients considered the appearance of such beings to be a sign of some impending supernatural event. Monsters, like angels, functioned as messengers and heralds of the extraordinary. They served to announce impending revelation, saying, in effect, “Pay attention; something of profound importance is happening." -My Words to Victor Frankenstein: by Susan Stryker I sometimes fear that people might think that fascism arrives in fancy dress worn by grotesques and monsters as played out in endless re-runs of the Nazis. Fascism arrives as your friend. It will restore your honour, make you feel proud, protect your house, give you a job, clean up the neighbourhood, remind you of how great you once were, clear out the venal and the corrupt, remove anything you feel is unlike you…It doesn’t walk in saying, “Our programme means militias, mass imprisonments, transportations, war and persecution.” — Michael Rosen Can the hungry go on a hunger strike? Non-violence is a piece of theatre. You need an audience. What can you do when you have no audience? People have the right to resist annihilation. — Arundhati Roy

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03-21-2017, 09:29 PM	#120 (permalink)
Chiomara mayor of spookytown Join Date: Jan 2017 Posts: 812	Jane Eyre: You shall tear yourself away, none shall help you: you shall, yourself, pluck out your right eye: yourself cut off your right hand: your heart shall be the victim; and you, the priest, to transfix it. ‘You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base. But I tell you–and you may mark my words–you will come some day to a craggy pass of the channel, where the whole of life’s stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master wave into a calmer current–as I am now.’ My nerves vibrated to those low-spoken words as they had never vibrated to thunder–my blood felt their subtle violence as it had never felt frost or fire: but I was collected, and in no danger of swooning. I looked at Mr. Rochester: I made him look at me. His whole face was colourless rock: his eye was both spark and flint. He disavowed nothing; he seemed as if he would defy all things. Without speaking; without smiling; without seeming to recognise in me a human being, he only twined my waist with his arm, and riveted me to his side. ‘I never met your likeness. Jane: you please me, and you master me–you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced–conquered; and the influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo has a witchery beyond any triumph I can win.’ ‘Good angels be my guard! She comes from the other world–from the abode of people who are dead; and tells me so when she meets me alone here in the gloaming! If I dared I’d touch you to see if you are substance or shadow, you elf!–but I’d as soon offer to take hold of a blue ignis fatuus light in a marsh.’