NOTHING FROM NOWHERE I'M NO ONE AT ALL
(AFI)
~+~the greatest griefs are silent~+~
(i know this much is true)
~+~WE ACCEPT THE LOVE WE THINK WE DESERVE~+~
(the perks of being a wallflower)
"VICTIMS--arn't we all?"
"Nothing is trivial"
"It can't rain all the time"
(the Crow)
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
~a dream within a dream by Edgar Allan Poe~
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle,
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
~shakspheare's Macbeth~
