Secrets

Sometimes I visit PostSecret… (also on myspace )

It’s a place people send their ANONYMOUS secrets to, written on postcards… I love reading other peoples secrets. Somehow it makes me glad to know other people have secrets too… (my dressing was my big secret for years)

Does anyone here has the nerves to post their (embarrassing) secrets? 😀

I’ll give you some examples (inserting pics doesn’t seem to work right now, so you’ll have to do with text only):

* Everytime I travel in a plane, people look at my skin and think I’m a terrorist…  but really, I’m just masturbating in the Lavatory

* I draw naked people in hotel bibles. Most times it’s my favorite part of the trip (besides jumping on the bed)!

* (written by someone who works in a printing company:) We change our prices depending on whether you live in a rich or poor neighbourhood.

* a postcard with parts of a girls face (unrecognizable) : miserable as a good girl, too scared to be bad.

* I know my neighboor is a peeping tom. So occasionally I give him a free show

*I fantasize about my daughters boyfriend when I masturbate. Does that make me a bad mom?

*I’m a high school teacher. I shoplift. I’m good at it.

*my personal favorite: “If you’re waiting for a sign, this is it!”

quotes

Remember, people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold — but so does a hard-boiled egg.
~Author : Anon Sayings

To him that you tell your secret you resign your liberty.
~Author : Anonymous Quotes

Is it progress if a cannibal uses a knife and fork
~Author : Stanislaw Lec Quotes

Sometimes the appropriate response to reality is to go insane.
~Author : Philip K Dick Valis Quotes

Either I’ve been missing something or nothing has been going on.
~Author : Karen Elizabeth Gordon Quotes

It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.
~Author : Seneca Quotes

found here

Quote of the day

Read somewhere on the net by Miss Darla:

“Aspire to inspire before you expire!”

Quote – Nelson Mandela

Who am I to doubt the wisdom of Nelson Mandela…

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are we not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small doesn’t serve the world.

There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.

It is not just in some of us: it’s in everyone.

And, as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear our presence automatically liberates others.”

Nelson Mandela – 1994 Inaugural Speech

found here

Lovely quote about Lenore

“The old dreams were good dreams; they didn’t work out, but glad I had them.” ~ Robert Kincaid, photographer, Bridges of Madison County

 

Found here

Quote by Carl Sagan

A quote I just found on a blog by Alexander here
This is true. But not only for Religion. Also for emotion and/or Love

“You can’t convince a believer of anything; for their belief is not based on evidence, it’s based on a deep-seated need to believe.”

Carl Sagan

Lenore

Today I said to my Love that I don’t want to be a couple anymore. The feelings for her have deminished too much. But I still want to remain friends. I have known another Love than she has been acting the last year. The first three years we had a great time. The fourth was difficult because of other issues. I hope that, when my Love and me have separated we can be friends again. Have the conversations again we used to have, do things together like we use to do…
But not as a couple. Not as lovers. Too much has been said, too much has been done… But I remember the person she used to be, and I hope she will become that person again. Maybe going away from me is enough. Maybe Soldier will let her see what she has thrown away.

And that’s why I make this decision (as suggested by A’taga in earlier remarks): From now on I will not call her “my Love” anymore. In stead I will call her Lenore…

[quote “the raven” – Edgar Allen Poe]
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore
[end quote]

And now the door to my heart has been closed. My heart has to heal first before I may or may not decide to open the door again…

But in all honesty: If Lenore later tonight would say “I am sorry, I was wrong. I love you with all my heart” I do not know if I have the guts to say: “Too bad. You had your chance”.

A lost friend – Lyrics – Into my arms – Nick Cave

The last few days I have been thinking a lot of a friend that passed away early last year. She was a wonderful woman. I really miss her. She was there when you needed her. Even without asking, somehow she knew when she was needed. Even in the darkest of night, through rain and wind she would come by bike if she felt it was necessary to give a bit of comfort. I never thought I could ever miss anyone so badly, but she was so special, I still miss her every single day. We even asked her to be godmother of our baby. And she was so proud of my son when he was born. I can still remember how she gave him a bath, a small fragile creature. It hurts knowing she can’t see how strong my son has become. It hurts even more knowing my son will never know his godmother and how strong she was. It hurts knowing she can’t be here now to give some guidance and comfort in these dark days. My best friend, who was in love with her, selected the song “Into my arms” to be played on her funeral. And every time since, every single time I hear that song, I get tears into my eyes. Even now, just thinking of the song, I have a hard time controlling my tears. I know that my best friend also comes here to read my blog and I wasn’t sure if I would post this. It will probably cause him grief reading this. I am sorry, I don’t mean to. But I vowed to post all my feelings here and unfortunately this is one of my feelings as well…

However, the last few days I have come to notice that this song not only reminds me of Godmother. The song my best friend selected was really bull’s-eye at that time. But the song now also (for me) applies to my Love. She may not have died. But I do feel like I lost my True Love. I feel like she has chosen another route in her life. And I do not wish her harm. I will not keep her from following her own heart and mind. But if I could, I would, as the song says, ask the Lord to watch out over her. To keep her from harm. I still love my Love from the deepest of my heart. But I have to let her go. And still, deep inside my heart, there this little boy crying, hoping that, some way or the other, she will still return to me.

My best friend has found a new love. And I am happy for him. He really deserves it. Maybe, somehow, I will too. Although I doubt it at this time. I don’t think I can find anyone anymore, that I can be so open with, where I can be so vulnerable. I’m afraid I have been hurt so hard so often now, that I won’t be able to do that again… I’m afraid the key to my heart has been broken and no spare key ever has been made…

“Into My Arms”

I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

and another quote:
The squirl put his head in his hands.
“I will never forget you,” he said softly.

On Love (exerpt of “The Profet” by Khalil Gibran)

Then said Almitra, “Speak to us of Love.”
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips

Quote

Nothing lasts forever!

Even Love is a lie!

A tool for manipulation!

There’s no god beyond the sky!

 

“Book of counted sorrows” – Dean R. Koontz