eternity_dreams

There was no downtime today. On another note:



These is my pretties. I loves them. ^w^ ♥


Back to crafts for a while. Must have destressing.

In the land of twilight, under the moon, we dance for the idiots.
Ring-around-the-roses, jump to the moon--we sing with the castanets.

I will sing for crescent moon, dancing with the castanets.
As the end will come so soon in the land of twilight.

Now you are watchin' us outside the circle, wanna be in the company;
boy, but you are lonely--dance with nobody--run away, child, to your hiding place.

High and loud, the sound of your bell of the Twilight... ringing...
All alone, it rings and echoes in the twilight.

In the land of twilight, under the moon, we dance for the idiots.
Ring-around-the-roses, jump to the moon--we sing with the castanets.

Happy Birthday, Lan. I do love you. Even though you won our age first. ♥

But give me more credit than that. Someone else may have dealt the hand, but I picked it up off the table; I played every card, and I had my reasons.


I don't tell people this, it's nobody's business, but the job is the nearest thing I've got to a religion. The detective's god is the truth, and you don't get much higher or much more ruthless that that. The sacrifice is anything or everything you've got, your time, your dreams, your marriage, your sanity, your life. Those are the coldest and most capricious gods of the lot, and if they accept you into their service they take not what you want to offer but what they choose.


"It's amazing, how stubbornly things survive against incredible odds; how irresistibly strong it is, the drive to live and grow...
"Time. Time works so hard for us, if only we can let it."


I had been right: freedom smelled like ozone and thunderstorms and gunpowder all at once, like snow and bonfires and cut grass; it tasted like seawater and oranges.


"A profound trauma can transform a person's entire character, you know: turn a strong person into a trembling wreck, a happy nature melancholic, a gentle one vicious. It can shatter you into a million pieces, and rearrange the remains in an utterly unrecognizable form."


"There's a Spanish proverb that's always fascinated me. 'Take what you want and pay for it, says God.' I don't believe in God, but that principle seems, to me, to have a divinity of its own; a kind of blazing purity. What could possibly be simpler, or more crucial? You can have anything you want, as long as you accept that there is a price and that you will have to pay it."


"The only people who are capable of either unfettered action or unfettered thought are those who--either because they're heroically brave, or because they're insane, or because they know themselves to be safe--are free from fear."


"Regardless of the advertising campaigns may tell us, we can't have it all. Sacrifice is not an option, or an anachronism; it's a fact of life. We all cut off our own limbs to burn on some altar. The crucial thing is to choose an altar that's worth it and a limb you can accept losing. To go consenting to the sacrifice."


"...Do you see now why I believe in miracles? I used to imagine time folding over, the shades of our future selves slipping back to the crucial moments to tap each of us on the shoulder and whisper: Look, there, look! That man, that woman: they're for you; that's your life, your future, fidgeting in that line, dripping on the carpet, shuffling in that doorway. Don't miss it. How else could such a thing have happened?
"In all my life, there are only four people I have ever loved."

And character survey again.

( To be or not to be. )

I was going to add another one, at least, but I decided against. Maybe later.


Also. WHAT IS WITH all these underage brats? =|

you are peru #CD853F

Your dominant hues are red and yellow... most of what you do is motivated by your need to change things and have a good time, but you've been known to settle down and think out a situation, too. You tend to surprise people just when they're starting to feel like they've got you down. Your saturation level is higher than average - You know what you want, but sometimes know not to tell everyone. You value accomplishments and know you can get the job done, so don't be afraid to run out and make things happen. Your outlook on life is brighter than most people's. You like the idea of influencing things for the better and find hope in situations where others might give up. You're not exactly a bouncy sunshine but things in your world generally look up.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

And since I got it from the Cafe, here's the characters I did it for. Rei didn't fit. =/

( Damned characters. )

1. Go into your journal's archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

"Some things look better in gray."

“I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger... cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle... or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words... only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question: "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams - this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.”



Miguel de Cervantes
Don Quixote

* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 123.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
* Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

Like I ever follow the rules. These were all next to me and I'm currently reading them. Irony is becoming ever-so-fitting.



-"We trust your judgment. If the situation comes up, it'll be your call.

"Not that I think it'll matter," she added ominously. "By the time you find out a Spectre's gotten involved you'll probably already be dead."



-"You are not fucked up, Yummy. Your world is fucked up. It is very fucked up. It is a very, very fuckity uppity world and you are just responding normally to its psychotic vibe. Do you hear me? Because this is very important. This is something you need to know in order to change."

"Where do you come from?" he asked in amazement, touching the twigs in her hair.

"From underground, Panda Bear," she said.



-Let no one try to blight our faith in a yet-impending rebirth of Hellenic antiquity; for this alone gives us hope for a renovation and purification of the German spirit through the fire magic of music. What else could we name that might awaken any comforting expectations for the future in the midst of the desolation and exhaustion of contemporary culture? In vain we look for a single vigorously developed root, for a spot of fertile and healthy soil: everywhere there is dust and sand; everything has become rigid and languishes. One who is disconsolate and lonely could not choose a better symbol than the knight with death and devil, as Durer has drawn him for us, the armored knight with the iron, hard look, who knows how to pursue his terrible path, undeterred by his gruesome companions, and yet without hope, alone with his horse and dog. Our Schopenhauer was such a Durer knight; he lacked all hope, but he desired truth. He has no peers.