#hope

"Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind;In the primal sympathyWhich having been must ever be..."

"Hope for the best, survive the worst, find humor wherever you can."

"I cut an inch off of every straw I see, just to make the world suck a little less."

"Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?"

"When you don't know where you're going, you drive on the highway."

"There have been bleak nights along my way, many of my own making, but life is all the brighter for them now. To the human eye, without the darkness there are no stars."

"How to Save the World [10w] When true love floods in, it could float an ark."

"Mother can beat me all she wants, but I haven’t let her take away my will to somehow survive."

"My theory is that hope is a form of madness. A benevolent one, sure, but madness all the same. Like an irrational superstition--broken mirrors and so forth--hope's not based on any kind of logic, it's just unfettered optimism, grounded in nothing but faith in things beyond our control."

"Death as Opportunity [10w] Death's an opportunity to wisely fill the void it leaves."

"Clairol: Does she or doesn't she... ...take it up the ass."

"9/11 Haiku: Rudy Giuliani, Mayor of New York "Now you boxcutter, Iraqi Pete, camel fuckersreally pissed me off!"

"I kept reaching for my muses,my wandering muses, floatingon clouds filled with their passions.”(Muses of Wandering Passions, p. 64)"

"I laugh because I must not cry, that is all, that is all."

"Regardless of how black the page, he had always managed to turn it and move on to a new chapter in his life."

"Who is Fortunate? [10w] Who is fortunate?He who measures his fortune in friends."

"Because I don't think God trusts just anybody with so much heartache. The world has not yet seen what God can do with a man who gives both halves of a broken heart to him. And I don't doubt that a man like that can change the world...or at least a little part of it."

"Seen politically, systems follow one another, each consuming the previous one. They live on ever-bequeathed and ever-disappointed hope, which never entirely fades. Its spark is all that survives, as it eats its way along the blasting fuse. For this spark, history is merely an occasion, never a goal."

"Epiphanies [10w] Epiphanies aren't intuitions of new ideas;they're rearranging existing information."

"Earth Smile The lip of the mountain smiles ochrewhen the drumming raindrops take root.Pigments from yellow to deep orange to brown,form crowns of light, mirrors reflecting fire ~the ire in the earth, the smirk of the dirt."