User:Cbonde101/Quotes

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Taking it easy is literally the answer.

If you feel like you're rushing, just relax as you write.

Keep the energy bubbling below the metaphorical lid.

And cook the metaphorical words right, mix them together in the grammar.

Let it boil, let it steam.

It'll come out just right.

Humanity is known for its adaptational abilities, as well as its flexibility...Yet not even the wisest of souls, no matter what age, can fit into all environments comfortably without realizing how much they know. This is what I feel. The essence of humanity and sentiency itself is building. Evolution, and to revolutionize itself. Yet, I am one who conceptualizes my own original thoughts and makes them into more than just a thing in my mind. I am the creative one, being different from the rest as I build. Others around me, however, do not marvel this for my creativity, they marvel it for the way it sounds. No one understands these days, the sort of comprehension I perceive and conceive. Am I an embodiment of wisdom? To know the higher truth that I do, around my age range, feels like being a sentient machine.

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory.

Deal with it. This is justice, bitches.

You just got BANNED, MOTHERF**KER.

Very heartwarming introduction. It also made my PC gay. It likes boys now.

Wall-E had a personality too!

Don't push it.

Getting kicked in the nuts is not an event, it's a process.

Needs moar Penny.

Gotta go fast.

Praise the sun.

Reasons.

If you can't slam with the best, then jam with the rest.

RIP in pieces.

Cutie.

Ded

This is my only relief, this is my only refuge. Writing, putting my thoughts to paper, it is the only way that I keep my head from rupturing, from throwing myself against the windows. When I write, the whispering goes away, the crows don’t speak to me, they leave me alone. Yet, even in this utter silence, in this holy scripture; the Raven calls to me, repeating one word over and over again. I have screamed out in protest, trying to terrify it to leave the bust of Pallas, but nay. It repeats to me, croaking her name, the name of my lost love. I scream at it.

Fun fact: 39 is the smallest number with 6 representations as a sum of 3 distinct primes: 39 &#61; 3+5+31 &#61; 3+7+29 &#61; 3+13+23 &#61; 3+17+19 &#61; 5+11+23 &#61; 7+13+19.

Take it easy~

Comparing yourself to others breeds jealousy. Comparing yourself to yourself breeds confidence.

You're only 18, you have a life ahead of you, and you don't exactly NEED a relationship. Sit on your hands, and try to find yourself, before finding someone else.

Needs moar Bumblebee.

Tense nerves never made a nation, and it certainly won't make a peacefully functioning group of people. Balance and equilibrium made a nation, and it will certainly make a peaceful gathering of people with common interests.

Being the last one to post in a dead chat is like being up on a stage on open mic night, and no one's laughing.

The day that I isolate myself from society and its inhabitants is the day that I find myself characterized by immaturity and constant ignorance.

Kitty!

I once made the noob move of opening the oven with my head hanging over it. WARMTH IN MAH FACE THO.

I rise steadily, breathe easily, and sleep peacefully knowing that the respect of those who I admire is like a ray of sunlight that smothers me with warmth. A grin blazes across my face as I take in the satisfaction of the due regards that so politely meet me...This is what belonging feels like.

Everything is progression.

I'm gonna leave a legacy of really crappy sayings...

Purity that demands exclusion is no purity at all.

My brain is humping my skull right now.

The only true source of knowledge is experience.

What is a great work of art? A drawing of a person? The novel of a story? The architecture of a building?

Anything that can convey emotion is art. Anything that can convey very strong emotions or leave us with something we shall always remembers is great art.

That is why games can be art, and should be treated as such.

That's one BIG chicken.

I strongly surmise in pervasive love

The kind that knows best when push comes to shove.

I'll give you my heart, a fraction, but still...

It will help in reducing all the deeds that are ill.

It takes a mountain between me and the ones I love to make me angry, it takes the inability to think and the loss of my mind to make me depressed, but it takes the smallest grain of appreciation or respect, notwithstanding ALL the other particles of disappointment of others around it, to cheer me up.

People use knives to murder people. Doesn't mean we should get rid of knives. That's like getting mad at a stapler for not cutting paper.

Oh dear...Um...Let's try that again.

I'M GONNA DIE FROM HOW CUTE YOU ARE.

Bones heal. Regret lasts forever.

If I could sell my boredom...I'm confident I could make a living.

If I can't be the BEST, I sure as hell can be the WORST!

BRUH.

It is what it is to the universe... but the universe doesn't care how you see it, the world is composed of interpretation, that's the beauty of it, and we share that with others and they share it with us.

Good news! We're not dying. We are going to live forever!

And even if you feel like you've got nothing on your side, and nothing going for you, even if you feel like your idea is stupid or your passions don't matter, that is a lie...To tell yourself to go the easy route. And that's why I will tell you 'til the end of my days that I believe in you guys and I know that what you do matters, and your dreams matter and your passions matter and once you find something that you're passionate about-you burn for, you need to pursue it with reckless abandon, because people will tell you that you can't for as long as you're trying to do something, and they are wrong. But nothing could be more wrong than actually believing them. So just know that you guys can do whatever you want, you guys can do absolutely anything.

Hmm...

My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel — it is, before all, to make you see. That — and no more, and it is everything. If I succeed, you shall find there according to your deserts: encouragement, consolation, fear, charm — all you demand; and, perhaps, also that glimpse of truth for which you have forgotten to ask.

If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.

To be mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been. And to protect their delicate vision of that other time, madmen will justify their condition with touching loyalty, and surround it with a thousand distracting schemes. These schemes, in turn, drive them deeper and deeper into the darkness and light (which is their mortification and their reward), and confront them with a choice. They may either slacken and fall back, accepting the relief of a rational view and the approval of others, or they may push on, and, by falling, arise. When and if by their unforgivable stubbornness they finally burst through to worlds upon worlds of motionless light, they are no longer called afflicted or insane. They are called saints.

But I don't believe that life is supposed to make you feel good, or to make you feel miserable either. Life is just supposed to make you feel.

This looks like a job for porn.