six word stories.

SOME SIX WORD STORIES:

The smallest coffins are the heaviest.

Wasted day. Wasted life. Dessert, please.

World became dust, dust became home.

As she fell, her mind wandered.

From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings. 

man up.

I feel like every other breakup song consists mostly of the man whining about how unfair his life is and how much it sucks and how much pain he's in because he got dumped. But this song isn't like that. Sure the guy does say that it hurts him, but then he forgets about himself and worries about his girl being taken care of.  He cares about her instead of throwing a pity party for himself. And he even admits that he could have done a better job. He says "If I'd been true, I know she'd never be with you." He takes responsibility for his mistakes and he puts her needs in front of his own and that's why I love this song.

champion.

Normally the third and final book is pathetic and kind of a let down, but this book was really good and definitely worth it.

"It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there." 

children of the mind.

I read Speaker for the Dead I just didn't do anything about it. This was such an amazing book! I want to meet this Orson Scott Card... his niece was my art teacher.

"There are too many of us all," said Miro. "But never enough."

"I find out what I really want by seeing what I do," said Ender. "That's what we all do, if we're honest about it. We have our feelings, we make our decisions, but in the end we look back on our lives and see how sometimes we ignored our feelings, while most of our decisions were actually rationalizations because we had already decided in our secret hearts before we ever recognized it consciously."

For there is pain in Peter's eyes, and it was wrong of me to say he felt none. It was wrong of me to value my own pain so highly that I thought it gave me the right to inflict more on him.

Aimainia rose from his breakfast table and went to the computer in his gardening shed. It was just another tool- that's why he kept it in here, instead of enshrining it in his house or in a special office the way so many did. His computer was like a trowel. He used it, he set it aside.

"Life is a suicide mission, Miro. Check it out- basic philosophy course. You spend your life running out of fuel and when you're finally out, you croak."

"What if I promise to like you no matter what?"
"You can't make a promise like that."

Have I lost my mind?
Or have I finally found my heart?

"I don't understand him at all," said Grace. "Except his words, I know the ordinary meaning of his words. But when he speaks, I can fell the words straining to contain the things he wants to say, and they can't do it. They aren't large enough, those words of his, even though he speaks in our largest language, even though he builds the words together into great baskets of meaning, into boats of thought. I can only see outer shape of the words and guess at what he means. I don't understand him at all."

"What is it to pay or not pay? Are we suddenly Christians, who pay for sins? No. The Yamato way is not to pay for error, but to learn from it."

Grego shook his head. "Yes it does, Olhado. Death undoes everything."
Olhado shrugged. "Then why do you bother doing everything, Grego? Because someday you will die. Why should anyone ever have children? Someday they will die, their children will die, all children will die. Someday stars will wind down or blow up. Someday death will cover us all like the water of a lake and perhaps nothing will ever come to the surface to show that we were ever there. But we were there, and during that time we lived, we were alive. That's the truth- what is, what was, what will be- not what could be, what should have been, what never can be. If we die, then our death has meaning to the rest of the universe. Even if our lives our unknown, the fact that someone lived here, and died, that will have repercussions, that will shape the universe." 

"Nor do I understand more than a glimmer of the way you think," said Human. "But isn't that a good thing, too? The mystery is endless. We will never cease to surprise each other."

Changing the world is good for those who want their name in books. But being happy, that is for those who write their names in the lives of others, and hold the hearts of others as the treasure most dear.  

happiness.

 

My mother got an award at work and her boss took a photo of her. Later that night we were looking at it and she asked " Should I set as my Facebook profile? I mean, do I look good in the photo?" I told her that she should use the picture. She asked if it was because she looked cute and young and sexy. I thought about it for a moment and said "You look really happy." 

And from that day on I decided that that's the best thing to be in a photo, happy. When I look at a photo taken a while back, sure it would be nice to look attractive, but want I really want, is to remember how happy it was, and how much fun I was having. I wholeheartedly believe, the best thing to be in a photo, is happy, not attractive.

save the arts.

xenocide.

Mortimer J Alder said, "In the case of good books, the point is not to see how many of them you can get through, but rather how many can get through you." Ever since I saw this quote, I haven't felt obligated to finish the book I'm reading so that I can get started on a new one. Sure it feels nice to say that you read 20 books over the summer, but if they never really resonate with you, then what's the point? Speaking of books, I read one!

This is the third book in the Ender Quartet. I can decide which one I like more, Xenocide, or Speaker for the Dead. But this book did have some really nice quotes.

"People only really believe in what they've seen before."

"What's in your head is reality, more or less, as best you understand it. But in Ender's mind, madness. Thousands of competing contradictory impossible visions that make no sense at all because they can't all fit together but they do fit together, he makes them fit together, this way today, that way tomorrow, as they're needed."

"Computers, now- those things can pay attention. And their memory is neat, orderly, everything organized and findable."

"But they don't dream."

"No madness. Too bad."