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[SnoopDog]

I'm not quite sure I get this one, not on a personal level anyway. I love talking about love. Then again, it can become rather emotional, so maybe the quote does mean something.

I thought your other one was great: "You are who you love...not who loves you." That's pretty deep, and I like it.

Thanks, Snoopy.

Lou

Well it's not a too deep meaning just that of course you can talk about love but ultimately, when it comes down to love and feelings and emotions some things are unexplainable. You know, like when you ask somebody why he's in love or how he knows for sure, he would just asnwer 'I know but can't explain'
Also love finds the most odd ways. So in the end talking about love doesn't make sense to some extend. Hence it's like dancing about architecture.

I'm glad that you liked the other though.

Snoopy, hugs

 

[Guest]

Thanks everyone, I feel like I can be me here.....and that is a wonderful thing!!!!!!

thanks for the thread Lou, hope it helps.

Yes, thanks Abs.

I did have some great hands-on therapy today, which was awesome.

Your post was wonderful, thank you. You have a very wise head on your shoulders.

Lou

 

[neonlyte]

Katie

Thanks for this thread and for your comments.

It is a great comfort to read the posts, knowing that we are not really that different in our hopes and fears, as someone posted yesterday, there will always be something that connects each of us. (or words to that effect)



NL

 

[Guest]

Katie

Thanks for this thread and for your comments.

It is a great comfort to read the posts, knowing that we are not really that different in our hopes and fears, as someone posted yesterday, there will always be something that connects each of us. (or words to that effect)



NL

Thanks, Neon.

I am so glad to have had such great responses.

I'm gonna call this my "Comfort Blanket Thread."

I think it was Lew who posted something to that effect. I think he said we all have something in common. That is so true. Thank YOU, Lew.

Lou

 

[rgraham666]

Thanks for an interesting thread Lou.

For myself, I try to remember what a miracle it is that each of us exists.

Think about it. What are the odds that matter and energy would form themselves into the individual that is I? Out of all the universe there is only one of each of us.

It would be more probable that we would win the lottery, every day for the next year.

It's quite humbling when you think about it. Too many of us don't.

Good one Abs. I'm happy that you feel confident enough with yourself to not hide. I'm still working on that.

Unfortunately hiding was the only strategy that worked for most of my life, so it will be a while before I change enough for that to no longer be true.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Thanks for an interesting thread Lou.

For myself, I try to remember what a miracle it is that each of us exists.

Think about it. What are the odds that matter and energy would form themselves into the individual that is I? Out of all the universe there is only one of each of us.

It would be more probable that we would win the lottery, every day for the next year.

It's quite humbling when you think about it. Too many of us don't.

Good one Abs. I'm happy that you feel confident enough with yourself to not hide. I'm still working on that.

Unfortunately hiding was the only strategy that worked for most of my life, so it will be a while before I change enough for that to no longer be true.

Brilliant!
Come out of hiding and jump in the puddles with us!!!!

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I thought of another one, that I quite like because it can really make you cool down in love affiars and trouble.
'Talking about love is like dancing about architecture'

Snoopy

Well, whoever said that was stealing from Thelonius Monk, who originally said that writing about music was like dancing about architecture.

Monk never gets the credit he deserves.

---dr.M.

 

[rgraham666]

Brilliant!
Come out of hiding and jump in the puddles with us!!!!

Actually, it's kicking the piles of leaves in the fall that is my favourite silly thing to do.

Plus I like to sing, when I'm sure I'm not going to frighten anybody.

 

[Just-Legal]

"You know you love someone when you feel their pain acutely as your own"

"It isn't love if you can willingly hurt the other party"

And perhaps the most apt for me;

"Rapists only succeed if they break your will as well as your consent"

-- H

 

[champagne1982]

I think the following blessing should be included in the Beatitudes from the Sermon on the Mount

Elizabeth Bibesco
Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting.

And another great lady speaks truth, she is of course:

Mother Theresa
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

 

[Wildcard Ky]

I saw an interview with Kelsey Grammer just after he had come out of rehab. He made one statement in that interview that really stuck with me. He was referring to his own self destructive behavior. He said:

"Sometimes seeing the light is simply a matter of pulling your head out of your ass."

While very funny, there's also a lot of truth in that statement.

 

[Guest]

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If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
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Carrie, that is simply profound. Thank you for posting it.

Perdita

 

[pop_54]

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life, savour it, and try not to rush through it.

Never forget, no matter how shit your life seems, it's worse for some poor bastard somewhere, feel for them, and appreciate how lucky you are.

Also of course as the words of the old Country song go, "It's five-o-clock somewhere".

Ah well, time for bed, nothing more to do today, there's a brand new day tomorrow, hasn't even been opened yet.

 

[minsue]

For me, most of the profound and moving 'aha' moments have always been when listening to song lyrics. I automatically associate almost every memory with a song and vice versa. One line that has always stuck with me is from a Tracy Chapman song called 'Remember the Tinman'. The song begins with:

There are locks on the doors
And chains stretched across all the entries to the inside
There’s a gate and a fence
And bars to protect from only God knows what lurks outside

Who stole your heart left you with a space
That no one and nothing can fill
Who stole your heart who took it away
Knowing that without it you can’t live

The line that struck a chord (no pun intended ) with me and stayed with me is towards the end of the song:

If you can tear down the walls
Throw your armor away remove all roadblocks barricades
If you can forget there are bandits and dragons to slay
And don’t forget that you defend an empty space

Having spent quite a bit of time at the time I first heard this song trying to protect my heart by walling it off, it was something that I had not considered and it has stayed with me always.

Thank you for this thread, KatieLou. I've enjoyed everyone's responses.

 

[shereads]

A few years ago, in the pit of despair that I didn't yet know was depression, I saw this in a magazine in the dentist's office, of all places. I tore it out and kept it, and taped it to the top of my computer at work...wondering what the hell it meant.

Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.

~ Henry Miller

There were days when friends had lost their jobs and I was waiting to lose mine, and my mom was ill, and my best friend had moved to another city, and my relationship was going nowhere, when I'd close the door of my office and just stare at this yellowing quote taped to the monitor, trying to comprehend how anybody could believe it. "Every moment is a golden one." Are you f**king insane, Henry Miller? Or simply immune to suffering?

Then I saw a movie, of all things (American Beauty) and it clicked. I got it. That, and Prozac, saved my life.

There are days when I still don't believe it. And times when I think I do.

I guess that's why Buddhist monks have to spend a lifetime being whacked on the head with sticks - so they won't forget to believe whatever it is they're supposed to understand.

 

[Lukie]

Nice to see

well, everyone is different and this thread opens a person's mind to what is the thing that "serenes" them....mine is mountians and alps...the huge mountians making such a beautiful sight and making us realize how small we really are!

 

[damppanties]

I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me. --Anna Quindlen.

 

[amicus]

Two occasions over the past week..while typing away with the television on in the background...

From the Frank Herbert Novel and film, 'Dune' a statement:

"Just trying to see the future, changes it..."

I thought about that for a while...and I suppose the more options one sees, concerning possible choices for action, might indeed, 'change' where one's future might lie...

And secondly, from a Disney Movie, "An Endless Ring of Light" about a young girl who could communicate with Dolphins...

she had a science oriented boy, sniffing around, as boys are want to do...and he laughed at her beliefs...that she could communicate with dolphins...and other things...and 'mermaids' came into the conversation..and those sailors who swore they had seen them...and she said...

"The ancient mariners, men of the sea, who lived of, on and by the sea, 'needed' to believe in Mermaids...they were not a 'myth' or a legend to them, they were real, because they needed them to be real..."

That is somewhat of a paraphrase...but in my studies of why early man adopted myths and gods...it rang a small irritating tingle of a bell...perhaps it will with one of you...

regards...amicus...

 

[neonlyte]

Reading the quotes that inspire others lives reminded me of this one from the writer and photographer Gerard Castello-Lopes whose photographs of France and Portugal from the mid 50's through 70's spek volumes of the 'nature of people'.

Reality is an illusion, appearances are deceitful and the world is more complex (or less complex) than what we extract from it.

NL

 

[amicus]

Reality is an illusion, appearances are deceitful and the world is more complex (or less complex) than what we extract from it.

Your quote...Neolyte...I rather object to reality being described as an, 'illusion' for more reasons than I can bear to consider...

 

[Alex De Kok]

One of my favourite quotes is from fiction. In Flying Finish, by the ex-jockey Dick Francis, his hero says, concerning the woman he loves -

"... nothing was so impossibly potent as being wanted in return."

Alex

 

[rgraham666]

A few years ago, in the pit of despair that I didn't yet know was depression, I saw this in a magazine in the dentist's office, of all places. I tore it out and kept it, and taped it to the top of my computer at work...wondering what the hell it meant.

Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.

~ Henry Miller

There were days when friends had lost their jobs and I was waiting to lose mine, and my mom was ill, and my best friend had moved to another city, and my relationship was going nowhere, when I'd close the door of my office and just stare at this yellowing quote taped to the monitor, trying to comprehend how anybody could believe it. "Every moment is a golden one." Are you f**king insane, Henry Miller? Or simply immune to suffering?

Then I saw a movie, of all things (American Beauty) and it clicked. I got it. That, and Prozac, saved my life.

There are days when I still don't believe it. And times when I think I do.

I guess that's why Buddhist monks have to spend a lifetime being whacked on the head with sticks - so they won't forget to believe whatever it is they're supposed to understand.

I've been there myself shereads. Actually I got so far down I almost didn't make it back. I think swimming up from the bottom of the Marianas Trench, on a lungful of air, would have been easier.

But we made it didn't we? Hooray for us!

Often these days, when I am asked "How are you?", I reply, "Breathing."

Part of that is me being the droll person I believe myself to be. But more is reminding myself that I am still breathing. And that is a gift beyond measure.

 

[neonlyte]

rg666

When you get in that deep, it helps to know which way is up. Up is where you want to be, with people who can listen, understand and, just sometimes, make a difference.

NL

 

[shereads]

I think swimming up from the bottom of the Marianas Trench, on a lungful of air, would have been easier.

But we made it didn't we? Hooray for us!

Often these days, when I am asked "How are you?", I reply, "Breathing."

Part of that is me being the droll person I believe myself to be. But more is reminding myself that I am still breathing. And that is a gift beyond measure.

Well said, rg.

There's a thread in the archives somewhere about depression. You'd be surprised - or not - how many of us posted to it.

I used to compare the feeling to walking through thick, deep mud, on your way to a place where you don't want to be. Every step is a chore. Putting on clothing is a chore. Driving to the office and pretending to be okay is exhausting, a boot-camp exercise. Antidepressants, with all their drawbacks, eventually made me feel okay. And "okay," like breathing, felt like a gift from God.

Being okay was the foundation for rebuilding a life with some happiness in it, and even some moments of joy. I hope you find yours too.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Well said, rg.

There's a thread in the archives somewhere about depression. You'd be surprised - or not - how many of us posted to it.

I used to compare the feeling to walking through thick, deep mud, on your way to a place where you don't want to be. Every step is a chore. Putting on clothing is a chore. Driving to the office and pretending to be okay is exhausting, a boot-camp exercise. Antidepressants, with all their drawbacks, eventually made me feel okay. And "okay," like breathing, felt like a gift from God.

Being okay was the foundation for rebuilding a life with some happiness in it, and even some moments of joy. I hope you find yours too.

Another post from a depression sufferer. I almost let it get to me too. I decided to take it head on, instead of my first reaction..."Oh great, I'm a crazy person." When I got on the meds and was able to refocus, I read up on this disease. I was able to take some of the darkness and find the light. Funny how when I tell people I have depresssion, they look at me and say "But you always seem so happy!". Then I explain to them what it's all about, like the self appointed poster girl of Depression.

Going back to my prior post on here, I decided to like myself again and find out who I really am.
So Sher,if you would like to, you can jump in the puddles with me or kick the leaves with RG...or we can just hangout here and maybe save a few souls.

~A~