Post your favorite quotes, lines, poems, or anything that invokes a bit of emotion and/or thought.
Feel free to quote and reply to posts that you really liked.
simple possibly isn't realistic, but realistic simply isn't possible.
The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.
I'm not as good as I once was, but I am good once as I ever was.
Reason exists for those who must rely on it to survive.
Without the fear of death, there is no reason to live.
Confidence leads to death when ignorant.
(Choose one of them, explain why)
A: You can stop time for one hour a day. During that time you don't age but you can't stack hours.
B: A ring that made it so that you absorbed all the knowledge and skills of anyone or any book you touched but it breaks after 2 years. You keep all the knowledge and skills but you can't take abilities.
C: Each day you get 1000 kilograms of any food you want in a bottomless bag.
D: A van that allows you to travel anywhere in the known universe that seats 7 people. You can also breath without oxygen when you're within one kilometer of the car. The van never breaks down or needs petrol.
E: You can rewind time for 1 hour a day. Non stackable and you're the only one who knows.
F: Can turn any photod item into a reality for 3 hours, then it goes back into the photo. No drawings or photshopped. And no repeats of items or photos.
G: 6 pieces of chocolate that give you immortality, and invincibility for 160 years each.
H: A world you can travel to at anytime that's 1/10 the size of earth. You can play god with it for one year, creating animals and plants, caves and lakes. After one year it's set in stone. After that you can invite 10 people to visit when ever you invite them for a year. Then you pick another 10 and so on. World outside slows to almost stop while you're there.
Man, because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then he dies having never really lived
What are the odds of answering this question right? :
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus one day, so I
never have to live without you.
The world pulls one way, and then says to go the other.
You are appurtenant to the actuality of my subsistence, as you do not veraciously exist.
You are perforce a diminutive quantum of the arcane of my own cognitive processes*an indomitable, omniscient perspicacity.
You are nugatory; you are of no intrinsic eminence. You are of nihility.
Your erstwhile conjectures are in blatant contravention of the Law of Noncontradiction; your ratiocination has always been vitiated.
This is not a facetious floccinaucinihilipilification; the palpable verity is unequivocal.
That is to recapitulate in ternary asseverations:
(1) You do not have substance.
(2) You do not have properties.
(3) You are but a prevarication.
Do not be bludgeoned by the august verbosity; I am the paramount arbitrator.
Promulgate it to me, ken-coerced entities! Does such prolix axioms vouchsafe solace and dithyrambically assuage the bereft moral onuses of what you had heretofore postulated as an indubitable existence? Or do these nonplused vituperations poignantly asphyxiate you in an inextricable ignominy to even nonchalantly cognize that you are not autonomous of my immaculate apperception?
Your subjective verisimilitude is incommensurable to objective certainty. Coerce this dictum, uncontrived troglodyte, into your convictional poppycock. Emend your quondam ideata by consigning to oblivion the spurious fallibility that permeates you.
Dissertate these revelations, fora patron.
Little girls, this seems to say, Never stop upon your way,
Never trust a stranger-friend; No one knows how it will end.
As you’re pretty so be wise; Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Handsome they may be, and kind, Gay, and charming — nevermind!
Now, as then, ‘tis simple truth — Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!
That's all I have for now. Post 2-5 will be my personal favorites from the thread.