"‘Round about midnight when it’s still too hot to think
We’ll go back down to the neighborhood and get ourselves a drink
Everyday working, not gettin’ far
No, this town ain’t much for startin’ up, it’s only made for stars
And here comes sad nights again
Here comes sad nights again."
Blue Rodeo, Sad Nights
"If there’s one thing I’ve learned about people, many will do anything — anything — not to die. And they’ll do anything to keep from living their life."
Tuck Everlasting
I have been in my new city, and home, for one day plus a week now. Tomorrow I start classes. I am terrified, excited, confused all in turn. I don’t know what to think. I’m going to hold my head high and give it my all. Because thats the best I can do.
"Whenever people say, ‘We mustn’t be sentimental,’ you can take it they are about to do something cruel."
Brigid Brophy
"I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same."
Pulp Fiction
Food of the Gods
“In a November 1991 CBC report on poutine, Canada’s largest broadcaster asked, on-camera, the Quebec premier Robert Bourassa if he liked poutine. He immediately walked away from the podium, “I’m sorry, I have to go, I have a really important meeting.” His office refused to answer the question in follow-up calls. The same question to the opposition Parti-Quebecois leader Jacques Pariseau got the exact same response: he refused to answer, either directly on-camera, or in calls to his office.”
Via.
"You may think you’re in love when the passions of sex get hold of you, but if you didn’t love the man before, you won’t love him after. Live him, maybe— but not love him."
Mae West
"One, two, three, four,
Tell me that you love me more.
Sleepless, long nights,
That was what my youth was for."
Feist
"You know what? Fuck him."
"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore…all of the sudden even though you have some place to put your shit, that idea of home is gone…or maybe it’s like this rite of passage…you will never have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, for your kids, for the family you start. It’s like a cycle or something. Maybe that’s all family really is: a group of people that miss the same imaginary place."
Garden State
"No man is rich enough to buy back his own past."
Oscar Wilde
"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
Yeats, He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven.
Another of this week’s favorite PostSecret.
"We’ll fast forward to a few years later,
And no one knows but the both of us.
And I have honored your request for silence,
And you have washed your hands clean of this."
Hands Clean, Alanis Morissette
The Time Traveler’s Wife.
