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World of Words
by **Pretty Smitten**
Location: Pieces of Me
Age: 29    Sex : F

Why do we often say ‘truth hurts’, ‘the hard truth’, ‘you can’t handle the truth’, etc? Truth in and of itself need not be hard to bear or painful. It is only after becoming accustomed to living in lies that it becomes such. In my humble experience I’ve found the more one accepts the truth it generally becomes enjoyable, soothing, even blissful.

Elliot Arnold

Everyone sees what you seem, but few know what you are.

Machiavelli

"What's wrong with thinking?"

"There's nothing wrong with thinking," Spitty began. "So long as you don't think too much. See, that's your problem, Stein. You dwell. It's not healthy. Sometimes you just gotta let things go, stop feeling sorry for yourself, stop trying to figure out the why and the how and the what does it all mean. Because we all die in the end anyway. Some people stick their heads in the oven. Other people just kneel over in the middle of dinner. But no one gets out alive. And that's the sorry truth. And that's why you gotta enjoy yourself now. Because that's all you basically get in life - a few superior kegs, a few worthwhile hangovers, a few nights when other crap fades into the background and it's just you and the moment and the moment is righteous."

What She Saw by Lucinda Rosenfeld

THE GENIUS OF IMAGINATION:

Imagination is more important than knowledge... knowledge is limited, but imagination encircles the world. To see with one's own eyes, to feel and judge without succumbing to the suggestive power of the fashion of the day, to be able to express what one has seen and felt in a trim sentence or even in a cunningly wrought word... is that not glorious? When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come close to the conclusion that the gift of imagination has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing absolute knowledge.

Albert Einstein

America is sick. It's a country that worships basketball players and supermodels as deities and treats the poor as an enemy. You can see a human being shot to death on network television, but a human breast is too obscene to make the cut. We love war, we love our country, but we hate each other. Our entire society is structured around making money, often at the expense of another, and "entertainment" assures us that it's all normal. ** Canada is no different

There is an art of listening. To be able really to listen, one should abandon or put aside all prejudices, preformulations and daily activities . . . But unfortunately most of us listen through a screen of resistance. We are screened with prejudices, whether religious or spiritual, psychological or scientific; or with our daily worries, desires and fears. And with these for a screen, we listen. Therefore, we listen really to our own noise, our own sound, not to what is being said. It is extremely difficult to put aside our training, our prejudices, our inclination, our resistance, and, reaching beyond the verbal expression, to listen so that we understand instantaneously.

J. Krishnamurti, The First and Last Freedom

"Numb"

I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Feeling so faithless lost under the surface

Don't know what you're expecting of me

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

I've become so numb I can't feel you there

I've become so tired so much more aware

I'm becoming this all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me

Holding too tightly afraid to lose control

Cause everything that you thought I would be

Has fallen apart right in front of you

(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there

I've become so tired so much more aware

I'm becoming this all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know

I may end up failing too

But I know

You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

125 Public Entries
Entry Date
how do i know? 4/28/2006
satisfaction 4/20/2006
run 3/6/2006
No Half way 1/20/2006
um yeah 12/21/2005
the said 12/4/2005
This is what i chose to feel... 12/2/2005
thoughtless mind 11/24/2005
Realizing and Revitalizing 11/8/2005
the past and now 10/7/2005
Today's train of thought 9/11/2005
Rejection 8/16/2005
Conflict 6/3/2005
A Wink In My Life 6/3/2005
Black Bird 4/20/2005
Need an Opinion 4/20/2005
Peace with Pieces 3/8/2005
still searching 2/27/2005
truth 1/19/2005
small thought 1/19/2005
My Response to You. 1/2/2005
spinning circle of thought 12/27/2004
In case i never telll you 12/12/2004
learning to be cautious 12/8/2004
Ultimate Break up song! 11/27/2004
Walk On 11/16/2004
our lives are ticking... 11/10/2004
Thankful 10/11/2004
A poem that reminds us of our current journey. 6/7/2004
Random realizations 5/14/2004
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