QUOTES
Here are some quotes that inspire, exist in, or emanate from the world of Broken Saints.
Word
is Bond.
I like
the stars…it’s the illusion of permanence.
I can pretend
that things last...that lives last longer than moments.
- Neil Gaiman's Sandman:Brief Lives
When the
waves are round me breaking,
As
I pace the deck alone,
And
my eye in vain is seeking
Some
green leaf to rest upon;
What
would not I give to wander
Where
my old companions dwell?
Absence
makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty,
fare thee well!
John Milton – Paradise Lost
To die,
to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub.
For in that sleep what dreams may come.
William Shakespeare
Be thy intents wicked, or charitable - Thou com’st in such a questionable
shape…
That I will speak to thee.
William Shakespeare
Every man has his own destiny:
The only imperative is to follow it, to accept it…
…no matter where it leads him.
Henry Miller
Seek not
the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line,
For Self is a sea both boundless and measureless…
And
the Soul walks upon all paths.
Kahlil Gibran
The woods
are lovely, dark and deep.
But
I have promises to keep.
And
miles to go before I sleep…
And
miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
"But
I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're
mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll
Alice's Adventures In Wonderland
Beauty
is truth, truth beauty.
That
is all ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know.
John Keats
And in
the sweetness of Friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For
in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Kahlil Gibran
"All
it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's
how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day."
The Joker in Alan Moore’s The Killing Joke
There is no reason to think a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens cannot change the world; indeed, that's the only thing that ever has
Margaret Mead
If this life be not a real fight, in which something is eternally gained for the universe by success, it is no better than a game of private theatricals from which one may withdraw at will. But it feels like a real fight.
William James
There seems no plan because
it's all plan.
There
seems no center because it's all center
C.S. Lewis
In the last days…a king shall appear…he shall conjure up great plans. And, when they least expect it, work havoc on many. He shall challenge even the Prince of princes, and be broken…but not by human hands.
The Book of Daniel
The Head Apollo is about to return. St. Sophia is going to be born again. The Buddha is in the park. Siddhartha sleeps, but is going to awaken. The time you have waited for has come.
Horselover Fat in Philip K. Dick’s Valis
A
computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any other human invention in
history…
…with
the possible exception of handguns and tequila.
Mitch Ratcliffe
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream
Edgar Allen Poe
The human heart refuses to believe in a universe without a purpose.
Immanuel Kant
Well, to what dogma do all minds agree? To the worship of a God, and to honesty.
Voltaire
The dearest child of Faith is Miracle.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Neither a man nor a crowd nor a nation can be trusted to act humanely, or to think sanely, under the influence of a great fear.
Bertrand Russell
Anyone in the United States today who isn’t paranoid must be crazy.
Robert Anton Wilson
From the midst of the radiant light, the intrinsic sound of Truth will resound like the rumble of a thousand thunderclaps. Do not fear it! Do not try to flee!
The Tibetan Book of the Dead
But if only the people of the Cities were faithful and conscientious, we would surely have opened for them blessings from Heaven and Earth. But they repudiated truth as lies, so We took them to task for what they did deserve.
The Koran
The Calamity
is a day when humankind will be scattered like moths, and the mountains like
carded wood...
And what will
convey to you what this is? A raging fire.
The Koran
"Question with boldness even the existence of a God, because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear."
Thomas Jefferson
"There is a geography of the soul. And in that world that exists inside you, you begin with no sense of direction. God, or the gods, is up. Earth, the cool mother, is down. You hang, suspended by a desire for each, between the two. This is the simplest of all things; all we can know is the stretch."
Ten Crows the Elder
Through
the dark of Futures past, the magician longs to see –
One
chants out between two worlds…Fire Walk with Me.
David Lynch’s Twin Peaks
Why should we live with
such hurry and waste of life?
We
are determined to be starved before we are hungry.
Henry David Thorough’s Walden
Jonathan held in thought an image of the great gull-flocks on the shore of another time, and he knew with practiced ease that he was not bone and feather...but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.
Richard Bach’s Johnathan Livingston Seagull
Battle
not with monsters, lest ye become a monster...
and if you gaze into the Abyss, the Abyss gazes also into you.
Nietzche
{I decide} to create something. I turn away from stars that may have burned out aeons ago. I no longer wish to look at them. I no longer wish to look at dead things.
Dr Manhattan in Alan Moore’s The Watchmen
I've given all I can...it's
not enough. I've given all I can, but we're still on the payroll.
This
is what you get...when you mess with us.
Radiohead’s Karma Police
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere 'being'.
Carl Jung
Ask, and it will be given you;
Seek, and you will find;
Knock, and it will be opened to you.
Luke 11
Religion is the fashionable substitute for belief.
Oscar Wilde
If God be for us, who can be against us?
Romans 8:31
The nature of God is a circle of which the centre is everywhere and the circumference is nowhere.
Anonymous
It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.
Albert Einstein
We know the truth, not only by the reason, but also by the heart.
Blaise Pascal
Knowing is not enough;
We must apply.
Willing is not enough;
We must do.
Goethe
What lies behind us and what lies before us
are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
Whoever undertakes to judge in the field of truth and knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods.
Albert Einstein
The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. The opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth.
Niels Bohr
The greatest thing a human being ever does in this world is to see something... to see clearly it's poetry, prophecy and religion, all in one.
John Ruskin
The search for truth is more precious than its possession.
Albert Einstein
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it break.
William Shakespeare {The Tragedy of Macbeth, IV, iii)
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; there is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.
Henry David Thoreau
Tell me who you love, and I'll tell you who you are.
Creole proverb
What ought one to say then as each hardship comes? I was practicing for this, I was training for this.
Epictetus
This memory brightens o'er the past; as when the sun, concealed; behind some cloud that near us hangs; shines on a distant field.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I die without you. Little gasps and lurchings. A trembling in the heart of it.
And when the blackness sweeps across my hidden sun, I am forever eclipsed.
Anonymous Saint
All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
The philosophers have only interpreted the world in different ways; the point is to change it.
Karl Marx
Of all the frictional resistances, the one that most retards human movement is ignorance.
Nicola Tesla
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He covered up death squads in Central America in the 1980s. In 1975, he travelled with President Ford to Indonesia, where they met with the U.S.-backed and U.S.-armed dictator, who oversaw the killing of millions during his 35-year reign. The day after he left, after giving the dicatator the 'green light', Indonesian forces invaded the independent territory of East Timor where thousands more died. As Richard Nixon's national security adviser, he helped plan the "secret" bombing of Cambodia during the Vietnam War. Hundreds of thousands of civilians were killed in this unprovoked action against a neutral state, which also led to an even more brutal and ferocious US-backed regime. This Nobel Peace Prize winner now runs a consulting company that arranges mass arms and oil transfer deals around the globe, even as he thumbs his nose at the World Courts who are considering bringing him to trial for war crimes. Who is this man? Why who else...but Henry Kissinger. That's right - the very same man that Bush has assigned to lead the 'investigation' surrounding the events of 9-11. Of course, if double-dealing and conspiratorial slaps in the face like this have no effect on you - if the fact that your appointed 'leaders' are greasing up the behinds of the general populace and you happily smile and take it - then maybe you should click on the UNSUBSCRIBE link below...'cause hey, the last thing someone like you needs is a stinging dose of truth, right? It's Christmastime, and thoughts like that might hurt your credit rating!
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Trailer
you are embarking
on a strange and sacred quest
summon your patience
Please turn off your lights
And unplug your telephones
it's time for a trip...do not be deceived
by kind words and hollow praise
decide for yourselvesthe recognition
is not what's most important.
the WORK is what counts
Chapter 1
Beginnings are hard
all paths lead into darkness
plant your foot firmly.The way of the Fist
is both fierce and compelling
ruled by Hate and Lust.Take care with young hearts
they tend to love more boldly
fire burns in their veins.Do you know my soul?
Did we meet in a star's womb
or dance with the wind?
Chapter 2
Hammer and Anvil
The tools of the fighting man
Not of the Thinker.In the realms Unseen
Lives are cruelly governed
By Zeroes and Ones.The Beast has glass teeth
And eyes made of circuitry.
It calls cities 'home'.
Chapter 4
Silent and profound
The true End of living things
As God's eyes open.A star fell between
Yesterday and Forever
The day we first spoke.True love opens wounds
Emotion can strangle you...
But fear destroys all.
Chapter 5
The waves crash and cull
the shorelines of Existence.
I am made of Sand.Stirring from deep sleep
to find my dreams followed me
to this waking placeSeeds spilled from Heaven,
burrowing into the Earth.
Soon the Sprouting starts.Whispers in darkness
Memories of lives gone by?
Or foreshadowing?
Chapter 6
The desert will weep
as the sands melt and make glass,
and then you will seeBlood begets more blood.
that is the ancient knowledge
we ignore todaythe piercing darkness -
the shadows that chill the soul -
the world needs more light.Breathing more deeply
to feel alive and fulfilled.
It is that simple.Follow your instincts
for they will not betray you
or lead you astray.Chemical twilight
and the dawn of surrender...
I know of these things.Long and winding roads
through green and verdant valleys
are mirrors for Life.To make a new friend -
It is a question of taste -
Can I stomach them?Wisdom can be found
in the strangest of places.
You need only LOOK.
Chapter 7
Unable to breathe.
Unable to even think.
Slave to my body.Seek in the darkness.
Blaze a path through to morning.
This is my new quest.Living within Mind
will rob you all of true Joy...
and jail you with Ghosts.
Chapter 8
The waves are breaking
and the sand is soft and warm.
It is paradise.There are murmurings
of an ancient knowledge lost -
a true Golden Age.Will the flames clean you -
Wash away all of your sins -
Or will you be burned?
Where are memories -
Are they only in our heads -
or twinkling in stars?
Chapter 9
Bewildered. Breathless.
A bird...weightless in the sky.
Will I ever fall?The embarassments
of our everyday lives
are soon forgotten.And so we descend
Into the fiery Pit.
Alone and in Woe.Fragments of the Truth
Can finally be revealed.
But what happens next?
Chapter 10
Lost in a new land
And the strangeness overwhelms.
You must ground yourself.They fear the foreign -
the rituals from afar -
they seem unholy.Streets aren't for fighting.
Manmade pathways from the hub -
Reaching out like veins.Sly grins and warm eyes
Suggestive words and posture.
The signs of a flirt.Protect what is yours.
But do not imprison it.
That is a great crime.Pay heed to Wisdom
In the books of the deceased -
The Fallen know things.
Chapter 11
Generations lost
but old knowledge uncovered
the seed is withinWhat was once buried
now rises to the surface
wearing ugly skinsuccumb to the peace
surrender to the water
drown in your contentThe lust for revenge
is unquenchable unless
one learns to forgive
Chapter 12
what is family?
these bonds not only of blood
but of memoriescan imprisonment
shackle the human spirit
and wither one's faith?steer this chariot
and heed the consequences
of moving powerso many secrets
but how many are buried
right in front of us?
Chapter 13
Memories displaced
on the path of Forgetting
stale, tiny bread crumbsa useless struggle
for the Soul is held tightly
in its containerfaced with a grim choice
that leads into the Unknown
but it could be Fatenumeric master
King of the invisible
but still so empty
Chapter 14
As the snow drifts down
Flakes gather on our shoulders
And then the breath slowsThe philanthropist
Gives of his wealth and his time
But what of his heart?All gifts are curses
Given with expectations
You are bound to themThe mind stays empty
When it’s free of attachment
But also lonelyThe streets are teeming
With the weary and hopeless
Can we do nothing?Victims are children
With Suffering for fathers
And Fear for mothersLook everywhere
And you are sure to see them
The Signs of the EndImprison your rage
And it is sure to break free
And poison your soulLife is a chess game
We are all pawns to the King
To be sacrificedIt is a dark day
When duty rules over love
For one’s familyLook beneath the face
Of the one you would call ‘foe’
Perhaps an ally?Helpless in its wake
Deafened by the blaring horns
Shivering with fear.
Chapter 15
Lost on the water
Drifting across the seascape
Searching for a HomeWhen you hear the birds
Know the angels are watching
They bring a warningStubbornness and Guilt
These things will gnaw at your soul
And leave you emptyPierce through the Body
Into the Eye of the Storm
Where the Truth awaits
Chapter 16
You try to forget
but like sharp pains still stabbing
the memory livesSwallowing it all
saturated by cold salt
mummified at seaIf you look above
the Sun will try to blind you
and you will thank itIn this Hopelessness
the dream continues to live
you can't deny itAll light is not good
it is easy to mistake
a glow as havenThe vision returns
we are forced to relive it
to know its purposeWith every step
your purpose becomes defined
driven wandererFoolish charity
not all who need will welcome
your kind advances
Chapter 17
Lifted from the sea
And placed on a gilded perch
Treasured little birdCan you summon sleep...
Will Morpheus hear your call
And give you some rest?And the cave opens
The stench spills into the air
Death waits on the wind.Scourge of green metal
Swords clanging boldly...proudly
Crushers of Nations.Another costume
Another mask to put on
Hiding in yourselfWe all seek refuge
Within the hearts and the homes
Of those that love usKnow what is given
Witness what is sacrificed
It is all for youAs the banshee wails
You cringe from the memory
Of your impotence
Chapter 18
The games that are played
Mirror our savage natures
Man seems meant for warSurging with power
The control is in my hands
Just plug in the stickCrossing the highway
Opening another door
Into the futureWhat is told to you
The secrets you have learned here
Your job is to share
Torn between pages
Folded carbon and newsprint
Bringer of the liesThe quiet stranger
Who tends to your basic needs
May know so much moreThe dirt on the walls
Mingles with the street's spirit
It makes poetryIt rests at your feet
Abandoned like some old pet
Or somebody's shoe
There were once Titans
Who walked the face of the Earth
The mountains trembledThe stones shall taste fire
Will the fierce flames be smothered
Or the rocks melted?It is time to choose
Between your own impotence
And your GodlinessHulking in the sky
Speaking volumes without words
It is destiny
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Faster and faster
Swirling in the multitude
Sinking in the darkWoe to the Chosen
For great trials have been set
Their outcome unknownHanging in the air
Palpable and saddening
The stench of decayRaise a glass, dear friends
Let us drink to the Last Days
A toast to the EndIt lives in the sky
A cold and angry cyclops
A tireless watcherWhat did you consume
That brings you closer to death
And the Great Stillness?They scream in the mind
Loosened from forgotten chains
To wreak new havocWe stand on the stage
But when the curtain opens
God hides behind itThere is no choice left
But to take the pieces and
Put them togetherIn the morning light
Cast the longest of shadows
And then follow itPictures and blueprints
Schemes and symbols and old codes
Thin revelationsThe flicker of hope
Has been snuffed by the Chosen
It is extinguished
Chapter 23
Chapter 24