War (Poem)

Fortune holds your hand
Torturing, temping, teaching
Like a fish flopping on land
Struggle.
Constant battles, constant wars
Surrender?
No! Hold the flag up high
You’re a warrior, a soldier of fate
Your mind is your battlefield
This is your land
Hold it.
Keep it.
Love it.

Epic Words

Evoke
Conjure
Zenith
Zany
Gobbledygook
Ostracize
Projectile
Unscrupulous
Apparition
Poltergeist
Pacify
Perverse
Pestilence
Macabre
Maelstrom
Emancipate
Dreary
Delinquent
Barbaric
Benevolent
Enthrall
Bewilder
Beget
Betwixt
Insular
Ostentatious
Pompous
Pretentious

Collection Of Quotes

Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle. (Plato)

Courage is knowing what not to fear. (Plato)

Honesty is for the most part less profitable than dishonesty. (Plato)

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. (Plato)

I think therefore I am. (Rene Descartes)

Anybody can become angry - this is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way - that is not within everybody's power and is not easy.(Aristotle)

Great men are always of a nature originally melancholy. (Aristotle)

I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self. (Aristotle)

No great genius ever existed without a touch of madness. (Aristotle)

The aim of the wise is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain. (Aristotle)

An honest man is always a child. (Socrates)

He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature. (Socrates)

I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing. (Socrates)

Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who said has said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense. (Buddha)

Let him that would move the world first move himself. (Socrates)

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. (Confucius)

Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without. (Confucius)

I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand. (Confucius)

If we don't know life, how can we know death? (Confucius)

It doesn't matter how slowly you go, so long as you don't stop. (Confucius)

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. (Confucius)

Life is simple, but we insist on making it complicated. (Confucius)

Silence is a true friend who never betrays. (Confucius)

To go beyond is just as wrong as to fall short. (Confucius)

A person who never made a mistake, never tried anything new. (Einstein)

As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain, and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality. (Einstein)

Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools. (Einstein)

If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts. (Einstein)

He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed (Einstein)

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. (Einstein)

Intellectuals solve problems, geniuses prevent them. (Einstein)

Logic will take you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere. (Einstein)

No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it. (Einstein)

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. (Einstein)

The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it. (Einstein)

A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject. (Churchill)

I am prepared to meet my Maker. If my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter. (Churchill)

If we open a quarrel between past and present, we shall find we have lost the future. (Churchill)

In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies. (Churchill)

Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm. (Churchill)

We are masters of unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. (Churchill)

I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly. (Churchill)

Who the hell do you think I am? (Gurren Lagann)

Don't believe in the you who believes is me. Don't believe in the me who believes in you. Believe in the you who believes in himself. (Gurren Lagann)

Go beyond the impossible and kick reason to the curb! (Gurren Lagann)

If there is a wall in the way, just smash it. If there is no path, make one with this hand! (Gurren Lagann)

The world won't change with pretty words alone. (Code Geass)

If the King doesn't lead, how can he expect his subordinates to follow. (Code Geass)

A person's a person no matter how small. (Dr Seuss)

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. (Dr Seuss)

We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented. (The Truman Show)

We have not passed the subtle line between childhood and adulthood until we move from the passive voice to the active voice - that is, until we stop saying 'it got lost' and say 'I lost it'. (Sidney J. Harris)

I didn't say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing. (Atlantis: The Lost Empire)

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty. (Edgar Allan Poe)

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. (Edgar Allan Poe)

If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. (Nietzsche)

In heaven all the interesting people are missing. (Nietzsche)

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good thing for the first time. (Nietzsche)

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering. (Nietzsche)

One must have a good memory to be able to keep the promises one makes. (Nietzsche)

It is dreadful to die of thirst in the sea. Do you have to salt your truth so much that it can no longer even quench thirst.(Nietzsche)

Burying memories is man's way of surviving. But there are somethings a man should never forget. (Neon Genesis:Evangelion)

Humans are hilarious. (Death Note)

Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes. (Gandhi)

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. (Gandhi)

You must be the change you want to see in the world. (Gandhi)

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. (Gandhi)

Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate can not drive out hate; only love can do that. (Martin Luther King, Jr)

I look to a day when people will not be judged by the colour of their skin, but by the content of their character. (Martin Luther King, Jr)

I learned that courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. (Nelson Mandela)

In the beginning the universe was created. This has made alot of people very angry and has widely been regarded as a bad move. (Douglas Adams)

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow, If I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And wither then? I cannot say. (Tolkien)

It's a dangerous business going out your front door. (Tolkien)

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. (Tolkien)

We are horribly afraid - but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds. (Tolkien)

For all those born with nothing, there are those born with everything. Perhaps those who never notice the difference are the ones we should envy. (Fire Emblem 9)

A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval. (Mark Twain)

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. (Mark Twain)

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear. (Mark Twain)

Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more. (Mark Twain)

A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain. (Mark Twain)

Don't go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. (Ralph Emerson)

It's a hard and humbling gesture, to take blame and admit fault. (Craig Silvey).

Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you. (Carl Jung)

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination. (Oscar Wilde)

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not the sitter. (Oscar Wilde)

Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. (Oscar Wilde)

I am not young enough to know everything. (Oscar Wilde)

I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong. (Bertrand Russell)

Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons. (Bertrand Russell)

Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. (George Bernard Shaw)

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by
And that has made all the difference. (Robert Frost)

If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one? (Abraham Lincoln)

Action is eloquence. (William Shakespeare)

It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after. (William Shakespeare)

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none. (William Shakespeare)

All the world's a stage,
And all men and women merely players.
They have their exits and entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts. (William Shakespeare)

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. (William Shakespeare)

All war is a symptom of man's failure as a thinking animal. (John Steinbeck)

Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others. (Robert Louis Stevenson)

No one is useless in the world who lightens the burden of another. (Charles Dickens)

We should never be ashamed of our tears. (Charles Dickens)

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one. (Wilhelm Stekel)

It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes. ( J. D. Salinger)

It's the pointless things that give your life meaning. Friendship, compassion, art, love. All of them pointless. But they're what keeps life from being meaningless. (Tim Winton)

You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from. (Cormac McCarthy)

When you die it's the same as if everybody else died too. (Cormac McCarthy)

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it. (Harper Lee)

Courage is when you go into a fight knowing you're gonna get licked but you go in anyway and don't give up till it's over. (Harper Lee)

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving. (Paulo Coelho)

Life attracts life. (Paulo Coelho)

It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting. (Paulo Coelho)

Intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life. (Paulo Coelho)

When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision. (Paulo Coelho)

There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.(Paulo Coelho)

When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.(Paulo Coelho)

I don’t live in either my past or my future. I’m interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you’ll be a happy man. Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we’re living now. (Paulo Coelho)

I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not. (Kurt Cobain)

Even in a world full of people, I can't help but feel alone. (Me)

No means no. No does not mean ask again. (Me)

You don't need capital to capitalize. (Me)

Just because it makes sense doesn't mean I have to agree with it. (Me)

Curious (Story)

Curious

Since childhood I have been painfully curious. To me everything is interesting, from the smallest grain of sand to the most marvellous of man-made creations. Whether the object which catches my eye be living or dead, ancient or modern, broken or whole, even if the object is insignificant it doesn’t matter, it will catch my interest. To me everything is marvellous, everything is wonderful, and everything is simply amazing.
But the thing that caught my fascination most, were things to do with the dead. This curiosity for the macabre never left me - in fact it grew. There is something strangely romantic about the eerie atmosphere of a graveyard and something oddly soothing about the presence of a full moon on an already spooky night. To this day I am still passionately curious, perhaps even dangerously so.

One foot, right and then left, I moved forward; my eyes searching every material-object I passed by, looking for something odd, something distinctly unique or revoltingly curious. The sun had only been above the horizon for little more than an hour, it was a new day; a different route but the same old quest. For the last twenty years I have spent numerous hours every morning trying to find, fix and create trinkets, do-dads and thing-a-ma-jigs. That day I had already found: a worn, misshapen soft drink top, a conch shell that was chipped at base and was covered in seagull droppings, some curious yellow leaves that looked like they were new and freshly grown but crunched and crumbled in your hand like an ant under your feet and a wide variety of used, seemingly abused household appliances which I had found at the local dump. Another step forward, time raced by and before I realised, it was night time. My days off work were often like this, a huge scavenger hunt that lasted from dawn until dusk; yielding good results, but rarely anything that left me gasping in awe, nothing I hadn’t seen before. Basket-filled, I decided to continue on just a little longer. Step after step, breath after breath, heart-beat after heart-beat, I kept on walking forward and found I was heading towards a hill – a graveyard at its zenith.

The hill was steep, a ladder standing vertical. My curiosity and love for the macabre had taken over; I didn’t care how big or how steep the hill was, I was going to climb it! After every stride a star seemed to disappear from the sky, the moon would turn a slightly darker shade and a drop of sweat would slip out of my pores and sprinkle the ground. I considered myself to be quite fit; not an athlete but fitter than the average person, regardless I was no match for the hill. I stopped. Caught a breath. Stepped forward. Stopped. Caught a breath. Stepped forward. Stopped. I felt the immense weight of sweat that was building up on my body, followed by the incredible relief as it dripped off me. This pattern continued for the bulk of the weary uphill battle.

The graveyard was just before me, a rusted-iron fence; barely taller than myself, enclosing it. Blunt spikes made up the apex of each separate iron bar. Inside was a barren wonderland – my dreamland. The scent of decay tantalised my nostrils, the feel of the sullen wind tickled my skin, and my eyes bled in awe at very sight of the macabre. Adrenaline pumped through ever vein of my body, I was thrilled and excited. This was what I was looking for. This was exactly the kind of thing that not only captivated my curiosity, but enthralled it. Every breath felt heavy, it were as if I was alive, like I had breathed my first breath. The soul, the essence, the aura of the sombre environment of the graveyard enthralled my senses, rendering me paralysed, leaving me frozen stiff – a pillar. I was captivated! I was in my fantasy world and it was there, before me, real and tangible. Each bone that lies protruding slightly from under the ground, every wooden cross, the black dead trees, the eerie fog, each rat carcass, and every piece of disturbed dirt, everything about it left me bewildered in an ecstasy. My eyes had scoured every bit of the graveyard and stopped at the same place, an unmarked gravestone, hiding in the far right corner, underneath the only living tree in the graveyard.

The sky darkens an unearthly grey and rain vomits from the sullen clouds. You’re eyes fixate on one object; your brain only acknowledges one thought dig, dig, find what’s hidden beneath the unmarked grave, dig, dig. Like a magnet, you are drawn to the gravestone, pulled by the hand of an angel or more likely an invisible demon. The rain has softened the ground below you, turned it to slush, to a brown-black sewerage. The world transforms into an Edward Munch painting or Van Gogh’s Starry Night, everything seems warped, twisted; the only thing that makes sense to you anymore is your desire to delve into the very depths of the macabre, to discover the unknown – satisfy your black hole of curiosity. You trudge through the mud, it’s like you’re walking through a peat bog. With each step the rain sharpens, the sky turns a darker shade of grey and your boots begin to feel like lead. You continue walking through the slush until the gravestone stands before you.

Your right hand slides in the muck, followed by your left, like a motor, one hand then the next, digging up someone’s grave. All ethics fade from you, all thought becomes transparent, nothing matters to you now except the task of digging, of delving into the unknown, of sneaking towards the gates of hell and the inner crust of the earth. A fog descends and thickens around you; each blade of rain strikes your back like a whip, you struggle to keep your compose as the wind turns violent; relentlessly, mindlessly you dig, as if it were your sole purpose, like God himself had appointed you this task, had instilled an insatiable curiosity in you when you before birth. Sweat begins to build, your breaths become harder, and the lower layers of mud begin to crust on your hands while the rest remain sloppy and wet.

Deeper. Deeper. Hand after hand. Your pulse rises. The rain strikes. The wind tares the leaves off the tree. Everything about this is wrong. The whole world is telling you to stop, telling you no. Nothing about this is natural and yet you plough on. Deeper. Neverstopping. The further you get, the stronger your resolve. Deeper. The fog thickens, a white sheet covering the graveyard. Thunder, lightning, the heavens hail. Deeper. It is calling you now, dragging you. Deeper.

The sky clears, the rain stops, the wind dies and the grave seems untouched. A black cat sits perched on the tree looking at the gravestone which now reads:

RIP
Edgar Carroll
DOB: 22/05/1979
Insatiably curious