fate

Don__ try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourselfand let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.Let your very identity be your book.Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.

Most people trusted in the future, assuming that their preferred version of it would unfold.

Can't you see there's a determinism about the fate of nations? They all seem to get what they deserve in the long run.

Somewhere out there, a higherform of sadism, won the first round.Well, screw that. I'm not ready to bepwned.

You don__ have to say everything to be a light. Sometimes a fire built on a hill will bring interested people to your campfire.

I don__ ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

I believe that life is written out for you, it maps out your life to make you happy, but what I__e been living for the past four years is my unwritten life...

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

When Fortune knocks, open the door,' they say. But why should one make fortune knock, by keeping the door shut?

I wish on one of the stars for divine orchestration and save the rest of them for all of the other girls in the world who will feel like I do tonight.

Dark rumblings inside told him he was in a tremendous amount of trouble. He didn't know how it was going to manifest or when but it was coming, sure as Zeta would break the horizon before everyone else arose from their sleepzone. If they hauled him away, then what?

Those things: Mystery, Fate, and Enchantment... they are things that young people offer us as soon as we get close to them. And if we__e not careful, we can be seduced by, and drawn back into, the youthful world the young preside over.

...Mr. Hardie had little patience with that sort of conversation."Ye're born, ye suffer, and ye die. What made ye think ye deserved different?" he wondered aloud when the deacon's gentle answers failed to quiet them.

When fate connects an invisible thread between a man and a woman who are bound to be together, no matter how hard they try to fight against their own destiny, they can__ change what__ meant to be.

Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself_

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is my life ever going to make sense?

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat_ I might actually get some sleep.