quinta-feira, fevereiro 16, 2012

All Out Of Blood

"One thing monsters and humans have in common 
is the fact that they're both capable of destruction.
We all leave a ton of carnage in our wake. 
The difference is that a human feels bad about the pain they cause. 
They want to repair the damage.
Put a band-aid on it. 
It might not be that easy, a quick fix doesn't always work. 
Once you've opened some doors, you can never close them again. 
A monster, a real monster doesn't give a damn about the havoc it reeks,
the blood it spills. 
The hardest thing about knowing your capable of inflicting pain, 
death even is constantly trying to avoid doing such a thing. 
Especially when every fiber of your being wants to hurt
and consume everyone it comes into contact with."


- by  Josh -
- Being Human -

Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?

"All I wanted was to sleep again.
Dream. 
I did die in my pajamas, after all.
I was ready.
I missed that rest, the escape, that luscious 8 hour break. 
Turns out though, monsters don't get a break. 
Sleep is no escape, it's only a nest to hatch more nightmares.
You don't get to wake up, your heart-pounding and realize:
 'God, that was just a dream.' 
You don't get to feel that euphoria of being spared. 
Because for us, nightmares really do come true..
They already have."


- by Sally -
- Being Human -

Turn This Mother Out


"Freedom is just a pretty way of saying that you've gone off the grid:
 for better or worse, you're out of options. 
But we call it freedom.. 
We write songs about it, you probably crank them in your car, 
never thought about it much.
 Some people think it's exhilarating, not having your future mapped out. 
Others start to drown in all that nothing.. 
Maybe you'll enjoy for a moment, 
the purity of doing what you want, when you want.
Beer for breakfast, sex in the afternoon but obligations sneak up:
 duty, moral code.
 Some of us are wired to put ourselves back into cages. 
Freedom is just that moment of calm before the dread sets in. 
Because no matter what you freed yourself from, 
you only get so far down the open road: 
Car windows down, music blasting before you are forced to make a turn. 
Make a choice and sentence yourself to the next adventure."


- by Aidan -
- Being Human -

domingo, janeiro 22, 2012

O Diário de Anne Frank

"Na cama, à noite, enquanto penso em meus muitos pecados e em meus defeitos exagerados, fico tão confusa pela quantidade de coisas que tenho de analisar que não sei se rio ou choro, dependendo do meu humor. Depois durmo com a sensação estranha de que quero ser diferente do que sou, ou de que sou diferente do que quero ser, ou talvez de me comportar diferente do que sou ou do que quero ser."


- O Diário de Anne Frank - 

Um refúgio...


"Em um mundo com cidades grandes e cheias de estranhos, nosso único refúgio está nas pessoas que conhecemos. Aquelas pessoas na nossa vida que compartilham nossos ideais, nossos valores, nosso senso de humor.
Que maravilhoso poder contar com essa familiaridade, sabermos que não estamos sozinhos.
Dizem que relacionamentos são tudo. É a cola que nos deixa juntos... Trazendo alegria e dor em níveis iguais.
E depois pode ser difícil navegar pelas diferenças. E ter compaixão, perdoar e sermos gentis uns com os outros..."


- Being Erica -

quinta-feira, janeiro 12, 2012

Ezio Auditore da Firenze


"A minute is all I need. Wait... That came out wrong."


"I have lived my life as best I could, not knowing its purpose, but drawn forward like a moth to a distant moon; and here at last, I discover a strange truth. That I am only a conduit, for a message that eludes my understanding."


"Do not fear the darkness, but welcome its embrace."


"When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three. Now, in the twilight of my life, misunderstanding has passed into contentment. Love, liberty, and time, once so disposable, are the fuels that drive me forward. And love, most especially mio caro (my dear), for you, our children, our brothers and sisters, and for the vast and wonderful world that gave us life and keeps us guessing. Endless affection Mia Sofia."




- by Ezio Auditore da Firenze -