Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
"Celine & me" album
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Quote from "The Last Song"
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Quotes from "The Lucky One"
"Proximity bred familiarity, and familiarity bred comfort." (page 88)
"Sometimes the most ordinary things can be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people." (page 174)
"Loss was complicated and [they] struggled wit its aftereffects. She felt sometimes that their memories wreaked havoc with their grieving, for despite the heroism that marked their ordeal, their reminiscences were not always rosy." (page 325)
"Sometimes the most ordinary things can be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people." (page 174)
"Loss was complicated and [they] struggled wit its aftereffects. She felt sometimes that their memories wreaked havoc with their grieving, for despite the heroism that marked their ordeal, their reminiscences were not always rosy." (page 325)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Enjoy the ride
Fall in love or fall in hate
Get inspired or be depressed
Ace a test or flunk a class
Make babies or make art
Speak the truth or lie and cheat...
Dance on tables or sit in the corner.
Life is divine chaos.
Embrace it.
Forgive yourself.
Breathe.
And enjoy the ride...
-Solbeam
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Card Exchange August 2010
Get Well Card
* White cardstock and Light Blue Textured cardstock
*Metallic Paper by The Paper Company (Metallic Cover, Ruby)
*Circle Cutter
*Spellbinders Nestabilities:
-Classic Ovals (LG)
-Labels One
*Ink: Close To My Heart Key Lime
*Stamps:
-"Savvy Sayings" by The Angel Company (T-3256)
-"Deco Designs" by The Angel Company (R-2026)
*Red Buttons from Jo-Ann’s Fabrics
*White Lace
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Quotes from "The Woods"
“I have learned over the years–in the most horrible ways imaginable–that the wall between life and death, between extraordinary beauty and mind-boggling ugliness, between the most innocent setting and a frightening bloodbath, is flimsy. It takes a second to tear through it.” (Page 5)
“Most people believe death is the cruelest thing. Not so. After a while, hope is a far more abusive mistress. When you live with it as long as I have, your neck constantly on the chopping block, the ax raised above you for days, then months, then years, you long for it to fall and lop off your head.” (Page 18)
“Death is pure, wrecking-ball destructive. It hits, you’re crushed, you start to rebuild. But not knowing–that doubt, that glimmer–makes death work more like termites or some sort of relentless germ. It eats away from the inside. You cannot stop the rot. You cannot rebuild because that doubt will just keep gnawing away.” (Page 18-19)
“The mind does funny things under stress.” (Page 20)
“Nostalgia was one thing–a deteriorating mind another.” (Page 115)
“But life isn’t like that. Some get a lifetime pass. Others, like you, get more than your share. Much more. And the worst part is, it doesn’t make you immune to even more.” (Page 259)
“It is a big mistake to theorize before has data–because one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.” (Page 335)
“Even that horror–you get used to it. Like comfort, suffering can become the norm.” (Page 351)
“You don’t worry about happiness and fulfillment when you’re starving.” (Page 351)
“Most people believe death is the cruelest thing. Not so. After a while, hope is a far more abusive mistress. When you live with it as long as I have, your neck constantly on the chopping block, the ax raised above you for days, then months, then years, you long for it to fall and lop off your head.” (Page 18)
“Death is pure, wrecking-ball destructive. It hits, you’re crushed, you start to rebuild. But not knowing–that doubt, that glimmer–makes death work more like termites or some sort of relentless germ. It eats away from the inside. You cannot stop the rot. You cannot rebuild because that doubt will just keep gnawing away.” (Page 18-19)
“The mind does funny things under stress.” (Page 20)
“Nostalgia was one thing–a deteriorating mind another.” (Page 115)
“But life isn’t like that. Some get a lifetime pass. Others, like you, get more than your share. Much more. And the worst part is, it doesn’t make you immune to even more.” (Page 259)
“It is a big mistake to theorize before has data–because one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.” (Page 335)
“Even that horror–you get used to it. Like comfort, suffering can become the norm.” (Page 351)
“You don’t worry about happiness and fulfillment when you’re starving.” (Page 351)
Friday, August 6, 2010
Quotes from "A Wedding in December"
"Is imagination dependent upon experience , or is experience influenced by the imagination?" (page 33)
"If a man didn't have the courage of his convicions, was he still a good man?
But how did one define 'good'?" (page 35)
"Bridget loved Bill. Not fiercely as she loved her son. Not all consumingly as she had once loved Bill as a teenager. But, rather, solidly and knowingly, a deep undercurrent of passion and memory running below a grateful surface." (page 52)
"Of such momentary decisions, Harrison thought now, were entire unviverses constructed... (...) Chance constructions could not be undone, Harrison knew. Momentary decisions could not be disowned." (page 70)
"While the experience had been literally breathtaking fro Bridget, Bill had later said it was among the saddest moments of his life. For he had seen instantly what Bridget had been too bewildered to comprehend: the staggering sum of all the days and years they had missed together." (page135)
"A twenty-two-year marriage is a long story,( ...) it's a continuum with moments of drama, periods of stupefying boredom. Passages of tremendous hope. Passages of resignation. Once can never tell the story of a marriage. There's no narrative that encompasses it. Even a daily diary wouldn't tell you what you wanted to know. Who thought what when. Who had what dreams. At the very least, a marriage is two intersecting stories, one of which we will never know." (page151)
"One could never regret anything that led to the births of one's children: it was as axiomatic as any mathematical formula." (page 158)
"It was crap that confessing a thing relieved one of guilt, Harrison thought. How convenient to think so, how utterly deluding. Confessing a thing, he knew now, made the thing more real." (page 276)
"There are no words to describe a certain kind of pain." (page 297)
"For what was the point of fiction (...) if not to edit reality? If not to rewrite history? If not to soothe one's fevered dreams?" (page 314)
"If a man didn't have the courage of his convicions, was he still a good man?
But how did one define 'good'?" (page 35)
"Bridget loved Bill. Not fiercely as she loved her son. Not all consumingly as she had once loved Bill as a teenager. But, rather, solidly and knowingly, a deep undercurrent of passion and memory running below a grateful surface." (page 52)
"Of such momentary decisions, Harrison thought now, were entire unviverses constructed... (...) Chance constructions could not be undone, Harrison knew. Momentary decisions could not be disowned." (page 70)
"While the experience had been literally breathtaking fro Bridget, Bill had later said it was among the saddest moments of his life. For he had seen instantly what Bridget had been too bewildered to comprehend: the staggering sum of all the days and years they had missed together." (page135)
"A twenty-two-year marriage is a long story,( ...) it's a continuum with moments of drama, periods of stupefying boredom. Passages of tremendous hope. Passages of resignation. Once can never tell the story of a marriage. There's no narrative that encompasses it. Even a daily diary wouldn't tell you what you wanted to know. Who thought what when. Who had what dreams. At the very least, a marriage is two intersecting stories, one of which we will never know." (page151)
"One could never regret anything that led to the births of one's children: it was as axiomatic as any mathematical formula." (page 158)
"It was crap that confessing a thing relieved one of guilt, Harrison thought. How convenient to think so, how utterly deluding. Confessing a thing, he knew now, made the thing more real." (page 276)
"There are no words to describe a certain kind of pain." (page 297)
"For what was the point of fiction (...) if not to edit reality? If not to rewrite history? If not to soothe one's fevered dreams?" (page 314)
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
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