"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." - Martin Luther King Jr.
"If a man does not make new acquaintance as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, Sir, should keep his friendship in constant repair." - Samuel Johnson (1709 - 1784) British lexiographer.
"It is more shameful to distrust one's friends than to be deceived by them." - Duc de la Rochefoucauld (1613 - 1680) French writer.
"True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation." - George Washington.
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." - Mother Teresa
"Misfortune shows those who are not really friends." - Aristotle
"Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me." - Henry Ford
"A woman can become a man's friend only in the following stages - first an acquantaince, next a mistress, and only then a friend." - Anton Chekhov
Time flies and 30 days have passed. I love and miss the dust very very much so life sucks. Life sucks so hard that I don't know what to do with myself after losing the person I love most as well as my best friend at the same time.
Whenever I've any problem, I used to talk to my dust. I know I shouldn't. I should try to be strong. That was why I didn't call you when I had menstrual pain last weekend in Hong Kong. Pain and dizzy and I couldn't walk. I'm trying, at least trying to be merry in front of people. I just haven't made much progress for the past 30 days. All kinds of everything remind me of you!
Sitting somehwere facing the elevator, I caught a glimpse of you when you left after the morning session.
I do hope that some days we can be close friends and I'll love you in an effective and efficient way that will do good to both you and me. In the meantime, I'm sorry that I won't be able to do so. That's why it sucks. The TIME hasn't come!
At least allow me to send you an email/SMS ONCE every month, to update you on my progress and to let you know that I treasure our friendship. That's why I'm obliged to say goodbye in the meantime. I just hope that I could return soon.
I wish you love. I wish you luck for anything, everything. Take good care of yourself. XO
Excuse me but can I be you for a while My dog won't bite if you sit real still I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again Yeah I can hear that Been saved again by the garbage truck I got something to say you know But nothing comes Yes I know what you think of me You never shut-up Yeah I can hear that
But what if I'm a mermaid In these jeans of his With her name still on it Hey but I don't care Cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice And it's been here Silent All These Years
So you found a girl Who thinks really deep thougts What's so amazing about really deep thoughts Boy you best praya that I bleed real soon How's that thought for you My scream got lost in a paper cup You think there's a heaven Where some screams have gone I got 25 bucks and a cracker Do you think it's enough To get us there
Cause what if I'm a mermaid In these jeans of his With her name still on it Hey but I don't care Cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice And it's been here Silent All These...
Years go by Will I still be waiting For somebody else to understand Years go by If I'm stripped of my beauty And the orange clouds Raining in my head Years go by Will I choke on my tears Till finally there is nothing left One more casualty You know we're too easy Easy Easy
Well I love the way we communicate Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape Let's hear what you think of me now But baby don't look up The sky is falling Your mother shows up in a nasty dress It's your turn now to stand where I stand Everybody lookin' at you here Take hold of my hand Yeah I can hear them
But what if I'm a mermaid In these jeans of his With her name still on it Hey but I don't care Cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice [x3]
And it's been here Silent All These Years I've been here Silent All These Years
Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'
The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough.. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.'
They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'
'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'.
'I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said.
'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'
He began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations My parents used to say it to everyone...' He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more.. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them..' Then turning towa rd me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
He then began to cry and walked away.
轉貼,I wish you love. I wish you enough,怎樣才叫 enough?
"Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery. "
"I believe in the brotherhood of man, all men, but I don't believe in brotherhood with anybody who doesn't want brotherhood with me. I believe in treating people right, but I'm not going to waste my time trying to treat somebody right who doesn't know how to return the treatment."
"I don't even call it violence when it's in self defense; I call it intelligence."
"I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and then penalize them for not being able to stand up under the weight."
"If you stick a knife nine inches into my back and pull it out three inches, that is not progress. Even if you pull it all the way out, that is not progress. Progress is healing the wound, and America hasn't even begun to pull out the knife."
"Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you're a man, you take it."
"So early in my life, I had learned that if you want something, you had better make some noise."
"Sometimes you have to pick the Gun up to put the Gun down."
"There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time."
"Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change."
尤其喜歡最後一句。
喜歡收集金句,它們有些來自理想國,適宜身處光明的時候看,有些來自亂世,適宜身處黑暗的時候想起,Malcolm X 的多是後者,我不同意他前期的鼓吹分離黑人白人,但他的確很酷,演説很有感染力,1992年美國電影Malcolm X裏面的丹素華盛頓像極他。
Goodbye, No use leading with our chins, This is where our story ends, Never lovers, ever friends.
Goodbye, Let our hearts call it a day, But before you walk away, I sincerely want to say:
I wish you bluebirds in the Spring, To give your heart a song to sing; And then a kiss, but more than this I wish you love.
And in July, a lemonade, To cool you in some leafy glade; I wish you health and more than wealth, I wish you love. My breaking heart and I agree That you and I could never be, So with my best, my very best, I set you free.
I wish you shelter from the storm, A cozy fire to keep you warm; But most of all, when snowflakes fall, I wish you love.
I wish you bluebirds in the Spring, To give your heart a song to sing; And then a kiss, but more than this I wish you love.
And in July, a lemonade, To cool you in some leafy glade; I wish you health and more than wealth, I wish you love. My breaking heart and I agree That you and I could never be, So with my best, my very best, I set you free.
I wish you shelter from the storm, A cozy fire to keep you warm; But most of all, when snowflakes fall, I wish you love.
Ce soir le vent qui frappe à ma porte, (Tonight, the wind that knocks at my door), Me parle des amours mortes (tells me about love relationships that died) Devant le feu qui s'éteint (In front of the fire which dies down)
Ce soir c'est une chanson d' automne (Tonight, it is an autumn song) Dans la maison qui frissonne (In the house that shivers) Et je pense aux jours lointains. (And I think of the remote days.)
{Refrain:} Que reste-t-il de nos amours? (What remains of our love relationships ?) Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours? (What remains of those beautiful days ?) Une photo, vieille photo (A picture, old picture) De ma jeunesse (of my youth) Que reste-t-il des billets doux? (What remains of the love letters?) Des mois d'avril, des rendez-vous? (The months of April, the rendezvous?) Un souvenir qui me poursuit (A memory that haunts me) Sans cesse (without cease.)
Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent, (Withered happiness, hairs in the wind,) Baisers volés, rêves mouvants (Stolen kisses, drifting dreams) Que reste-t-il de tout cela (What remains of all that) Dites-le-moi Tell me
Un petit village, un vieux clocher (A small village, an old belfry,) Un paysage si bien caché (A landscape so well hidden) Et dans un nuage le cher visage (And in a cloud the dear visage) De mon passé. (of my past).
(not in the clip:) Les mots, les mots tendres qu'on murmure (The words, the tender words that one is whispering) Les caresses les plus pures (The most pure caresses) Les serments au fond des bois (The oaths in the deepness of the woods) Les fleurs qu'on retrouve dans un livre (The flowers that one finds back in a book) Dont le parfum vous enivre, (whose perfume inebriates you,) Se sont envolés pourquoi? (why did they fly away?)
意念差、時機也差。把家爺仔乸都搬出來打親情家庭牌已經夠核突,一人做事已經不是一人當要家人蒙羞受擾還要陪你賠不是,老爸死後還要被掘出來利用販賣救贖斷章取義,選擇這條路你不難受大家都難堪兼替你難看。而且為什麼遲不出廣告要商業計算到現在才扮死狗,你五個月前唔知錯咩?"It takes a great deal of character strength to apologize quickly out of one's heart rather than out of necessity. A person must possess himself and have a deep sense of security in fundamental principles and values in order to genuinely apologize",太明顯因為需要因為利益才道歉太醜樣,有幾真?我不買囉。
Does it matter?-losing your legs? For people will always be kind, And you need not show that you mind When others come in after hunting To gobble their muffins and eggs. Does it matter?-losing you sight? There’s such splendid work for the blind; And people will always be kind, As you sit on the terrace remembering And turning your face to the light. Do they matter-those dreams in the pit? You can drink and forget and be gald, And people won't say that you’re mad; For they know that you've fought for your country, And no one will worry a bit.
在Yahoo輸入Does it matter,找到戰場詩人Siegfried Sassoon 擅長的冷嘲熱諷,反戰卻又回到戰場上,想到情場如戰場,想到我自己。 參戰的人應該明白不成功便成仁,輸不起的,都不值得可憐。
Blackberry in hand, he leaves me after luncheon or tea Waving goodbye in his indiumgrau Benz I watch him go with a surge of that well-known sadness And I have to sit down for a while The feeling that I'm losing him forever And without really entering his world I'm glad whenever I can share his laughter That man I shouldn't love
Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in his mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing He keeps on slipping Slipping through my fingers all the time
Worries in our mind, his and me at the luncheon table Don't know what to say, I let precious time go by Then when he's gone there's the same melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can't deny What happened to the wonderful adventures The things I had planned for us to do (Slipping through my fingers all the time) Well, some of that we did but most we couldn't And why I should've known
Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in your mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing You keep on slipping Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish I could hold your hand forever And save it from the funny tricks of time Slipping through my fingers...
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Blackberry in hand you leaves me after luncheon or tea Waving goodbye in your indiumgrau Benz...