Friday, January 20, 2012

Quotes


Creativity represents a miraculous coming together of the uninhibited energy of the child with its apparent opposite and enemy, the sense of order imposed on the disciplined adult intelligence. -Norman Podhoretz
(It means that you have to combine the energy of a child to the sense of order)-Creative Writing
It is, I find, in zoology as it is in botany: all nature is so full, that that district produces the greatest variety which is the most examined.-Gilbert White
(It means Zoology and Botany are the same thing)-Zoology
Anyone will say anything under torture-George Galloway
(You'll be in pain when in torture)-P.E
To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower ,hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour-William Blake
(You have to see the world in a mathematicians' view)-Geometry
Anything is good if it's made of chocolate- Jo Brand
(Everything taste better with chocolate, sometimes)-Lunch
Everything that is really Mexican is either Aztec or Spanish.-Edward Burnett Tylor
(Mexico is made up of two worlds colliding)-Spanish IV
When hospitality becomes an art it loses its very soul.-Max Beerbohm
(Hospitality cannot be a form of art, just a way of life)-Hospitality
Government is not reason; it is not eloquent; it is force. Like fire, it is a dangerous servant and a fearful master.-George Washington
(The Government is messed up)-Government
I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.-Groucho Marx
(Even though television is better, people enjoy reading a good book)-Study Hall
Life is a gift. Never forget to enjoy and bask in every moment you are in.-Author Unknown
(Live life to the fullest and let it take you to a new journey)-My reason for life

Monday, January 16, 2012

Who am I?

Who am I? or Who was I?
I was someone who was full of life
Who will grow old and wait for death
To take my souless breath
My heart was warm which was nice
Now my heart became cold as ice
I love the warm colors that were happily bright
Now they are cool as the demonic night
I onced love the fiery bright sun
Which is what I have done
But now I become one with the cold shining moon
And its sweet nightly tune
My soul was happy but I was a young age
And now I grew and it became trapped in a cage
Who was I? and Who am I now?
These are the words that explain so little and so how
I was a princess who turn herself into the villain
I became one because I was willing
An angel who always knew her place
But now have fallen out of grace
I became different now no more or less
I descended from the light and entered the darkness