What quote best suggests my personality?

not a quote really, but some lyrics to a song that have always touched me.

Lily was a two time loser
Who said that love was just a roll of the dice
She acted real tough, said once ain't enough
For me I learned my lesson twice
But deep in her heart lived a young girl
Dreamin' a young girl's dream
And that young girl was who Eddie ran into
Over by the slot machines

Her face was a little pale
Her dress was a little thin
Oh but lookin' at her was like
Watchin' his ship come in

Well, he bought her a cup of coffee
With the quarters he meant to play
They went for a bite and they talked all night
'Til they said what they needed to say
Then they found 'em an all night chapel
With a heart shaped honeymoon suite
And somewhere tonight in the neon light
Two hearts can't be beat

And he's singin' a little song
She's grinnin' a little grin
And they're holdin' each other
Watchin' their ship to come in

"I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food." - W.C. Fields

"There is more to the world than meets the eye."

Shoot'Em Up

"forgive but don;t forget
keep your head up"

Tupac










Oh and BTW I don;t care for gambling or slot machines. on that first one, it was just the mood that reflects my personality.

So live a life you will remember, like in the song by Avicii.

"eat my shorts... mutha hubard"

huh?

I thought she said: "Who goes there?"

A twist on Will Rogers "I never met a man I didn't like." Well, I never met a wine I didn't like.

"I don't have a dirty mind, I have a sexy imagination."

$hit Happens.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Birches
BY ROBERT FROST
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay
As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows-
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

thanks Leigh. I really did not want to post the entire poem tho. Just that one last line.

There are actually many of Frost's poems that I would cite from as he is my favorite poet. I love the outdoors and the outdoors in winter.

"I didn't do it! Nobody saw me do it! You can't prove a thing!" - Bart Simpson

The last line was a reminder of this beautiful piece...Since Frost is a favorite of many, I posted it for myself and anyone else who might want to read it...

"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."

T. S. Eliot

A friend in need is a friend in deed!

glad u were reminded.