reflections on words

world weary ,i decided to put some cool quoted up on display for now.blogs coming up pretty soon.till then reflect on the quotes.------------------------


Einstein was right. Time is relative to the observer. When you're looking down the barrel of a gun, time slows down. Your whole life flashes by, heartbreak and scars. Stay with it, and you could live a lifetime in that split second


There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask 'Why me?' and 'What if?'. When you look back and see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you. It would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions.


the past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But it's like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off.


The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As you peice it together, your image keeps shifting. And you change with it. It could destroy you, drive you mad. It could set you free.


Throw the rules out the window, odds are you'll go that way too


The rain was comin' down like all the angels in heaven decided to take a piss at the same time.
When you're in a situation like mine, you can only think in metaphors.


When entertainment turns into a surreal reflection of your life, you're a lucky man if you can laugh at the joke. Luck and I weren't on speaking terms.


Your past has a way of sneaking up on you. You'll hear broken echoes of it everywhere, like a bad replay. You'll get mad at everyone for reminding you about it, even if it's all in your head.


Death is inevitable. Our fear of it makes us play safe, blocks out emotion. It's a losing game. Without passion you are already dead.


The trouble with wanting something is the fear of losing it, or never getting it. The thought makes you weak.


The genius of the hole: no matter how much time you spend climbing out, you can still fall back down in an instant.


Closing your eyes forces you to look at the darkness inside.


All this time we got the fable of Sleeping Beauty wrong. The prince didn't kiss her to wake her up. No one who slept for a hundred years is likely to wake up. It was the other way round. He kisses her to wake himself up from the nightmare that has brought him there.


I'm hard to remember, but I'm impossible to forget.


There's genius everywhere, but until they turn pro, it's like popcorn in the pan. Some pop... some don't.



------------------------------------neonstein--------------------------------------------
good night and good luck...