There's sweet voices that can lull you to sleep; there's strong voices, powerful vocals that inject you with inspirations. And there's these Irish girls with angelic voices, who curled their tongue when pronouncing their 'R's. Girls who used to only sing in local pubs and churches choir groups. Pure talent and rawness, not yet tainted with fame and glory.

"Innocence - once lost can never be regained."

"Remember boy, when it comes to women, you're never too old for humiliation."

The world was always never meant to keep something so perfect - flowers wilt, great empires fall and good people will always die first. It's either nature's way of balancing or it's way of keeping us entertained for such short periods of time. We can't handle too much good stuff for so long.

Marilyn Monroe - she was and still is something to people. A gift, maybe, or somehow... an unforgettable dream, a pleasant dream that will always linger even after you're awake. She's all the women I've once knew and yet I still know nothing much about her - a beautiful enigma.

What makes her so radiant that men would stop and stare at her like she's some kind of Greek Goddess? Her fragile sweetheart figure that eventually would be a heart breaker. Yet men still love her, offering their hearts to be broken. She's every men's sweetheart but I believe nobody truly owned her.

"Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on; and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep."

May you rest in peace, love.

[ Lorette C. Luzajic on Marilyn ]

"We guys don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. We don't care if a guy calls or texts you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m that it can't wait till the morning. Also, when we tell you you're pretty / beautiful / gorgeous / cute / stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take advantage of the mood I'm in. Let us pay for you! Don't 'feel bad'. We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say 'thank you'. Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed. You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are. Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. Or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up. Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don't get angry easily. Stop using magazines / media as your bible. Don't talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.

Whatever happened to the word 'handsome' / 'beautiful'? I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby / stud / cutie / sexy' or whatever else you can think of. On the other hand I'm not saying I wouldn't like it ether ;) Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change! Ditch his sorry ass, disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect. Someone who will honor your morals. Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest. Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel. Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes... and say 'I love you' ...and actually mean it. Give the nice guys a chance. Life is too short to complain about everything that comes your way so stop and smell the roses in life because you might never have another time to take it, so take your time because they are all different in every way, so take chances in life, if it doesn't work out then fine, there are always more roses to smell."

Mr. Magorium: [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.

[pause, walks over to Molly]

Mr. Magorium: I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."

The crucified planet Earth,
should it find a voice
and a sense of irony,
might now well say
of our abuse of it,
"Forgive them, Father,
They know not what they do."

The irony would be
that we know what
we are doing.

When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor of the Grand Canyon,
"It is done."

People did not like it here.

"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It is yours"
- Ayn Rand

E.E. Cummings once wrote; To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle, which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.

"For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."

When sometimes, we seems to remember things that we haven't done before, does it mean... does it mean that we already forgot that we're aging backwards?

I heard a joke once:

Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am Pagliacci."

Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.

"One of these days you’ll be under the covers, you’ll be under the table and you’ll realize all of your days are numbered; all of them one to one hundred, all of them millions, all of them trillions.

So what are you gonna do with them all?
You can not trade them in for more.

Take every moment; you know that you own them. It’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you. Give me a reason to fight the feeling that there’s nothing here for me. Cause none of its easy, I know it wasn’t meant to be. I know it’s all up to me.

So what am I gonna do with my time?
I'll take every moment, I know that I own them. It’s all up to you to do whatever you choose. Live like you’re dying and never stop trying. It’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you. All of the moments you didn’t notice, gone in the blink of an eye. All of the feelings you couldn’t feel no matter how you try.."

" Stay by my side
as my light grows dim
as my blood slows down
and my nerves shatter with stabbing pain
as my heart grows weak
and the wheels of my being turn slowly
Stay by my side
as my fragile body is racked by pain
which verges on truth
and manic time continues scattering dust
and furious life bursts out in flames.
Stay by my side
as I fade
so you can point to the end of my struggle
and the twilight of eternal days
at the low, dark edge of life.."

"At a certain point in your life, probably when too much of it has gone by, you will open your eyes and see yourself for who you are... especially for everything that made you so different from all the awful normals.

And you will say to yourself..."But I am this person."

And in that statement, that correction, there will be a kind of love."

Little girl in stroller to mother: Who made my heart, who made it, huh?
Mom: I made your heart, and God did.
Little girl: Can I eat it ?
Mom: No.
Little girl: Why not?
Mom: It doesn't taste good.
Little girl: Yes it does! It tastes like cake.

* courtesy of overheardinnewyork

Still, my fave :

Death: Del? That's not for eating. I think it's a table decoration.
Delirium: It's nice. It tastes a bit like forever... I like the way colors taste. Except I don't like crimsons... or turquoises... especially when they put their heads in their shells and won't play, and when you break their shells to let them out, they DIE...
Despair: That's turtles, dear. Or tortoises.
Delirium: I think it's Turquoises

Like Al Pacino with a pumpkin head..

Ah,Delirium... Once was Delight!

" Even after all this time,
the sun never says to the earth
'you owe me'

Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky"

Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love and you want me to go without. Well, it's too late tonight to drag the past out into the light. We're one, but we're not the same, we get to carry each other.

Did I ask too much? More than a lot? You gave me nothing, now it's all I got. We're one but we're not the same. Well, we hurt each other then we do it again. You say love is a temple, love is a higher law. You ask me to enter but then you make me crawl and I can't be holding on to what you got when all you got is hurt.

"For a start I don't have anybody I'm in love with. To be honest, I think love is a complete bullshit. I don't think anyone ever loves anyone. I think the best people ever get is horny; horny and scared. So when they find someone who makes them horny, and they get too scared of the world outside, they stay together and they call it love. Second, I don't have anyone I hate. I mean, I know a hell a lot of assholes. But that's all they are. Assholes."

"I am Shiva the destroyer, your harbinger of doom this evening." -Kym

If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.

Norah: It reminds me of this part of Judaism that I really like. It's called Tikkun olam.It says that the world's been broken into pieces... and it's everybody's job to find them and put them back together again.
Nick: Well, maybe we're the pieces, you know? Maybe we're not supposed to find the pieces. Maybe we are the pieces.