Monday, August 31, 2015

Life Quotes: Set 1

"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility."
              -Khalil Gibran

"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing."
               -Socrates

"I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to."
               -Jimi Hemdrix

"When they continued asking him, he lifted up his hands and said unto them, 'He that is without sin, let him first cast a stone at her.'."
               -John 7:8

Heartache

It's now that I realized how much I really need you. Of course they all say I could go on without you - it's my heart that keeps me going. What they don't realize is that my heart does keep me going, but with my brain's support. And, if I'm so focused on you with a negative sword stabbing at my emotions, and my brain becomes consumed by this negativity and it forces my flexor muscles to pull the trigger, my heart no longer has the ability to go on. All of its supply starts spewing and spilling and it's drained because my brain took a turn for the easier and the worst. So, in actuality, I can't go on without having the greatest idea of you by my side. Quite frankly, I'd die without you. 

Favourite Last Words

Convicted murderer Thomas J. Grasso used his last words to complain about his last meal. He said, “I did not get my Spaghetti-O’s; I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this."

Wilson Mizner is best known for his bon mots, though he was a successful playwright. He’s known for the line, "Be nice to people on the way up because you'll meet the same people on the way down." When Mizner was on his deathbed, a priest said, “I’m sure you want to talk to me.” Mizner told the priest, “Why should I talk to you? I’ve just been talking to your boss."

As he was dying, Alfred Hitchcock said, “One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.”

Sir Winston Churchill’s last words were, “I’m bored with it all.”

Surgeon Joseph Henry Green was checking his own pulse as he lay dying. His last word: “Stopped.”


Frank Sinatra died after saying, “I’m losing it.”

Rainer Maria Rilke said, “I don’t want the doctor’s death. I want to have my own freedom.”

Marie Antoinette stepped on her executioner’s foot on her way to the guillotine. Her last words: “Pardonnez-moi, monsieur.”

Richard B. Mellon was a multimillionaire. He was the President of Alcoa, and he and his brother Andrew had a little game of Tag going. The weird thing was, this game of Tag lasted for like seven decades. When Richard was on his deathbed, he called his brother over and whispered, “Last tag.” Poor Andrew remained “It” for four years, until he died.

Louise-Marie-Thérèse de Saint Maurice, Comtesse de Vercellis let one rip while she was dying. She said, “Good. A woman who can fart is not dead.”

As Benjamin Franklin lay dying at the age of 84, his daughter told him to change position in bed so he could breathe more easily. Franklin’s last words were, “A dying man can do nothing easy.”

John Arthur Spenkelink was executed in Florida in 1979. He spent his final days writing these last words on various pieces of mail: “Capital punishment means those without the capital get the punishment.”

Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright Eugene O’Neill was born in a room at the Broadway Hotel on what is now Times Square. He died at age 65 in a Boston hotel. His last words? “I knew it! I knew it! Born in a hotel room and, goddamn it, dying in a hotel room.”


Source: Last Words of Notable People by William Brahms

"I watched it all in my head - perfect sense. . ." -The Neighbourhood

I was bound to cross this line, wasn't I? Man, it's been a while since I've thought on this song, imagining my kidnapping that inevitably led to inconceivable death. I never took this thought as a threat. Much like this song, I saw it as a refuge. Being taken away from a life I'd been force to get accustomed to and taken to what would seem like a whole other dimension. Better or worse, at least there'd be change - a break from mundane monotony.

Much line this line, I guess the above paragraph is a great representation of how I [sometimes] feel about life.

Of course, the only truth - plausible truth, at that - is in what we believe, right? You can see things everyone else sees, yet you could interpret what you saw in a completely different way than many other people. With that, sharing ideas, for example: If someone shares an idea - a different idea based off of the same thing you saw - you'll probably think (if you disagreed) that they're babbling nonsense but, to them, their ideas aren't so daft as they seem to you.

So, when I say being kidnapped is like a liberation from monotony, it makes plenty sense to me. But, to someone with a different mindset, it might seem like I'm being abused and I'm trying to get away from it or that I've simply lost it and gone senile. 

"I think I found Hell. . ." - The Neighbourhood

I dug too deep
At the beach
Past the water
And up came flames
And Satan
And his daughter
Staring down at me;
Looking down on me.

He said "Hey, whatcha doin'?
Have you lost your mind?
This is my home!
Not a cave, not to mine!"
And I replied,
"Oh, Luci,
I apologize!
I had no idea I passed six and went all the way to nine!
Will you forgive me please?"
I'm asking [him] on my knees.

He thinks,
And then he starts to smile.
He says, "I'll forgive you, if I could use your soul awhile!"
I agreed.
Thinking with my greed and not my head.
I sinned
And never saw the light of day again. 

"Wipe the blood out of our eyes. . ." -Otherwise

I killed a man and his blood was on my hands, seeping brought the cracks of my skin like water on dry land. I've done it again. I'm a murderer, then. I may as well grab my cell and call the body in.

But. . .is this man's life worth mine in tens? Wasted in the pen?

. . .I guess not - I'll just bury him instead or burn everything and never turn my head back to see the crime I committed. It's gone, it's over - I did it. There's no going back. Nothin' to do but gather my bags, cover my tracks, and hope the executioners don't catch me and throw me on the Rack.

"Tell me what you want from me. . ." -On Republic

     Of course, I kind of love this song. Every time I hear it, this line is the line that stands out the most. Perhaps because I found myself believing that I do plenty on my own for the satisfaction of other people, yet, when they don't appreciate it (or I don't notice their appreciation), I find myself planting blame on them for their displeasure - which is totally out of whack! I assume some people want things rather than asking them what they want. Pure ignorance, I tell you.
     This line points out my frustration for my own mistakes that I cover up by dubbing other people as indecisive and ungrateful. What a strange realization. I like this "quick write". Found out plenty about myself in a quarter of a page. 
     "I need another story. . ." Now that's a good line, too!