| Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy |
A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.Etiquetas: TV |
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| The road not taken, R. Frost.- |
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.Etiquetas: Literatura |
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| Dead Poets Society II |
| I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life ... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. Etiquetas: Cine |
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| Dead Poets Society, Peter Weir, 1989. |
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse." That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?Etiquetas: Literatura |
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| Oh me! Oh Life!, W. Whitman.- |
Oh Me! Oh Life!
Oh me! Oh life! Of the
questions of these
recurring.
Of the endless
train of the faithless.
Of the cities filled
with the foolish.
Of myself forever
reproaching myself,
for who more foolish
than I, and who more faithless.
Of eyes that vainly
crave the light of
objects mean. Of
the struggle ever
renewed.
Of the poor results
of all. Of the plodding
and sordid crowds
I see around me.
Of the empty and
useless years of the
rest, with the rest
me intertwined.
Of the question,
oh me, so sad,
recurring.
What good amid
these, oh me,
oh life?
Answer: that you are
here, that life exists,
and identity.
That the powerful
play goes on, and
you may contribute
a verse.Etiquetas: Literatura |
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| A Very Short Song, Dorothy Parker. |
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
Happy Valentine's Day.-
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- discrimiNATION
- MILK, Van Sant, 2008.
- The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, D. Fincher, 2...
- One Art, Elizabeth Bishop
- Tom Clancy, Ordenes Ejecutivas.-
- Cinema Paradiso, Tornatore, 1989, (II).-
- Cinema Paradiso, Tornatore, 1989, (I).-
- ¿Y a mi?
- Neruda
- Reality Bites (Final)
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