Monday, February 28, 2011

02/28/11

Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did. -Newt Gingrich

Friday, February 25, 2011

02/25/11

When you are offended at any man's fault, turn to yourself and study your own failings. Then you will forget your anger. -Epictetus

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

02/22/11

Every man's work, whether it be literature, or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself. -Samuel Butler

Monday, February 21, 2011

02/21/11

Knowledge is of two kinds. We know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information upon it. -Samuel Johnson

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

02/16/11

Don't let the fear of the time it will take to accomplish something stand in the way of your doing it. The time will pass anyway; we might just as well put that passing time to the best possible use. -Earl Nightingale

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

02/15/11

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you.” -Erich Fromm

Monday, February 14, 2011

02/14/11

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. -Neil Gaiman