Sunday, March 6, 2011
Music: City And Colour
If any of you get the chance, listen to City and Colour. It's the artist name for Dallas Green who is also the lead guitarist and vocalist for Alexisonfire. Give him a listen. It's well worth your time. Be prepared for some sadness though. His lyrics and vocals really bring a sense of melancholy about them. Not in a bad way either. His songs are quite glorious. If you take a listen, post a comment below with your favorite song of his. My personal favorite is Comin' Home. Enjoy.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The wonders and glories of a good author never end.
"It was worth blood and fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn't notice it herself. It wasn't dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it's there, almost where you can't see, kindling."
Patrick Rothfuss
I've been reading The Wise Man's Fear all of today and the power of his written word keeps stealthily striking at me. Truly the power of gods is within the words we write down onto the simple paper page.
Patrick Rothfuss
I've been reading The Wise Man's Fear all of today and the power of his written word keeps stealthily striking at me. Truly the power of gods is within the words we write down onto the simple paper page.
An excellent and true piece of language.
"So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing 'because'. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something 'despite'. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect."
Patrick Rothfuss
Patrick Rothfuss
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
A fact commonly known, yet seldomly actually acknowledged.
The best things in life aren't easy. You have to fight for them. You have to shed blood, sweat, tears, and even the limits of your sanity. Past the point at which most sane people have given up, you press onwards. That's when you know you have something special. That's when you know you have love.
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