February 2009
Happy The Man
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own: he who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine the joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself, upon the past has power, but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
-Horace
“The toughest part of getting to the top of the ladder is getting through the...”
invisiblek:
Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? I don’t know. That’s a good question. That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence. Pulp Fiction
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”
– (via invisiblek)
Golden slumber kiss your eyes, Smiles await you when you rise. Sleep, pretty baby, Do not cry, And I’ll sing you a lullaby. Care you know not, Therefore sleep, While I o’er you watch do keep. Sleep, pretty darling, Do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby.
January 2009
