by Volcanic21 » Sat 14 Jun 2008, 02:38:27
Some of my favorites:
Ships that pass in the night, and speak to each other in passing,
Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak to one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and silence.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.
-Pink Floyd
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
-William Shakespeare, Sonnet xxx
This next one is from the first Vonnegut book I read, this little boy accidentally kills a pregnant lady, the cops have him in a basement and they're torturing him, they bring the lady's husband down and tell him he can do whatever he wants to the kid. The guy just looks real sad and says:
"God - there should not be animals like us. There should be no lives like ours." -Kurt Vonnegut, Deadeye Dick
For me it's one of those moments that makes me not as sad that there'll probably be a massive die-off of humanity.
This next one is long, but it's one of my favorite passages from any book I've ever read, it's stuck with me for a long time:
"I don't think of myself as bitter, but I have disappointed myself; I thought I was going to turn out to be worth a bit more than this, and maybe that disappointment comes out all wrong. It's not just the work; it's not just the thirty-five and single thing, although none of this helps. It's... oh, I don't know. Have you ever looked at a picture of yourself when you were a kid? Or pictures of famous people when they were kids? It seems to me that they can either make you happy or sad. There's a lovely picture of Paul McCartney as a little boy, and the first time I saw it, it made me feel good: all that talent, all that money, all those years of blessed-out domesticity, a rock-solid marriage and lovely kids, and he doesn’t even know it yet. But then there are others – JFK and all the rock deaths and fuck-ups, people who went mad, people who came off the rails, people who murdered, who made themselves or other people miserable in ways too numerous to mention – and you think, stop right there! This is as good as it gets!
Over the last couple of years, the photos of me when I was a kid, the ones that I never wanted old girlfriends to see… well, they’ve started to give me a little pang of something – not unhappiness, exactly, but some kind of quiet, deep regret. There’s one of me in a cowboy hat, pointing a gun at the camera, trying to look like a cowboy but failing, and I can hardly bring myself to look at it now. Laura thought it was sweet and pinned it up in the kitchen, but I’ve put it back in a drawer. I keep wanting to apologize to the little guy: ‘I’m sorry, I’ve let you down. I was the one person who was supposed to look after you, but I blew it: I made wrong decisions at bad times, and I turned you into me.’ If he could be here now, if he could jump out of that photo and into my life, he’d run straight out of the door and back to 1967 as fast as his little legs would carry him.” -Nick Hornby, High Fidelity
Sorry these are all so dark, I think I've been spending too much time on PO.com lately and it's wearing on me. I'll go out with something a little more upbeat:
"It is said an eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent a sentence, to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him with the words, 'And this, too, shall pass away.' How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!” -Abraham Lincoln