Friday, December 30, 2011

If I Should Have A Daughter...

This video is by Sarah Kay, a spoken-word poet. She's amazing, and this is one of her best pieces.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Harry Potter Quotes (part 1)

I love Harry Potter. A lot. These are some of my favorite quotes from the series. There will be more to follow :)

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It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Spoken by Albus Dumbledore


The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Spoken by Albus Dumbledore.


There is no good or evil: only power and those too weak to seek it.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Spoken by Quirinus Quirrell.


The consequences of our actions are so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Alkaban
Spoken by Albus Dumbledore.


Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Spoken by Albus Dumbledore.


It is my belief... that the truth is generally preferable to lies.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Spoken by Albus Dumbledore.


Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Spoken by Albus Dumbledore.


It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Spoken by Albus Dumbledore.


People find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Spoken by Albus Dumbledore.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Poem

When it’s my time to go, I want to greet Death as an old friend.
When he comes knocking at my door, I’ll look out the window, smile, and invite him in.
We’ll sit down together,  and maybe have a cup of tea
When he stands up and goes to the door, and beckons me onward, I’ll put on my coat and hat and follow him without complaint.
As he walks me from this life to the next, we’ll reminisce, and laugh quietly together
When we’ve almost reached our destination, he turns, and puts a hand on my shoulder to stop me
He looks down, with an almost sheepish grin, and brushes nonexistent dust off of his crisp black suit
“I came for you many times,” he says. “But every time, I just couldn’t take you, not yet.”
“Why?” My answer echoes in the bright hallway
“You reached out to me as not many men do, or think to do. You lived your life, the very thing  I exist on , with perfect intent. You lived like each day was your last, which is why many times, I came by accident to take you; I was confused as to why your particular soul’s flavor was so strong and sweet in my mouth, compared to the often bitter or tasteless.  I came to realize, after many visits, that what I tasted was love. Not cloying or tart like imitations of it, but really love. Love for others, love for yourself, love for the world…”

As he trails off, it’s then that I reach out my hand, grasp his firmly in mine, and meet his eyes, as they swirl with electric clouds of everything I’ve known. I smile slightly, and he smiles back, shaking his head slightly as I turn and walk the rest of the shining hallway alone, wondering if I was the only man to ever teach Death himself, something about life.