Rm Quotes

She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them.

She was fierce, she was strong, she wasn’t simple. She was crazy and sometimes she barely slept. She always had something to say. She had flaws and that was ok. And when she was down, she got right back up. She was a beast in her own way, but one idea described her best. She was unstoppable and she took anything she wanted with a smile.

and she always had a way with her brokenness. She would take her pieces and make them beautiful.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

she smiled at the ocean because the waves told her story

don't think. it complicates things. just feel, and if it feels like home then follow its path.

A smoke, a book, a cup of coffee. These are the little things that get us through this sometimes weary world and all the rainy days.

That is the principal thing-not to remain with the dream, with the intention, with the being-in-the-mood, but always forcibly to convert it all into things.

It's that heart of gold, and stardust shine that makes you beautiful.

I'm going to cure RM." Marcus laughed. "I wondered when someone would finally get around to that. It's been on my to-do list for ages, but you know how things are: Life gets so busy, and saving the human race is such an inconvenience.

Some people believe in imaginary friends. I believe in imaginary numbers.

Mystical experiences do not necessarily supply new ideas to the mind, rather, they transform what one believes into what one knows, converting abstract concepts, such as divine love, into vivid, personal, realities.

When our ancestors were attacked at Pearl Harbor, they called it a day that would live in infamy. The day the Partials attacked us with the RM Virus will not live in anything, because there will be none of us left to remember it." -President David R. Cregan, March 21, 2065, in a press conference at the White House. Three hours later he hanged himself.

Be Visionary ...

I have to face the person I was back then, I can’t run away from my old self (RM)

I have no desire to fit in. No plans to walk with the crowd. I have my own mind, heart and soul. I am me and it has taken me years to realize how important that is.

Curing RM is in the realm of magical pixies and talking dogs that piss whiskey. It's impossible.

If love strikes you, let it rattle your bones. If it kills you, so be it. For death is always invited in the presence of beauty.

Looking back from now...i wonder how i managed to stand (RM)

Our fate lies in the hands of the things we love, and sometimes the things we love are the things that lead us to the destruction of ourselves. r.m. drake

You can destroy a person, Karolina, but destroying their story is far more difficult. No one is ever really lost as long as their story still exists.

You must change your life.

Words are powerful. Words make a difference. They can create and destroy. They can open doors and close doors. Words can create illusion or magic, love or destruction. … All those things.

Telling the truth may cause a few seconds of pain, but there's no medicine that can manage the pain of keeping lies.

...in all my writings I have always tried — how far successfully I know not — to advance the cause of Truth and Right and to induce my readers to put their trust in the love of God our Saviour, for this life as well as the life to come.

Cita-cita itu ialah memperindah martabat manusia, memuliakannya, mendekatkan pada Kesempurnaan.

Madness is somewhere between chaos and having a dream.

she was unstoppable and she took anything she wanted with a smile

If you ever forget who you are; always remember that you are everything you know you are not. And if you cannot remember that then remember this: you are every moment that is meant to be remembered. You are everything that matters and you are everything that makes sense to everything that connect inside you.

She was never crazy, she just didn't let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild.. and sometimes we need people like her. For it's the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours. And she was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved.

Even if I’m so old that my bones are as brittle as chalk, I’ll find you. Even if there is an ocean between us, I will find you,” he told her.

What people dont know about you people create. Imagination is a part of being human. They fill in the unknowns with assumptions and not facts. Every man and woman is a mystery unrevealed.

I made myself from all the photographs I never took, from all the love I never received and from all the moments that never happened. And it has been too real, it has been a beautiful struggle; one that has always reminded me of how easy it was to smile.

Maybe I made a mistake yesterday, but yesterday’s me is still me. Today, I am who I am with all my faults and my mistakes. Tomorrow, I might be a tiny bit wiser, and that’ll be me too. These faults and mistakes are what I am, making up the brightest stars in the constellation of my life. I have to come to love myself for who I am, for who I was, and for who I hope to become. [RM, ch. 5, BTS' first UN speech]

When it was over, nothing defined us: other than the moments that made us feel free.

God gave us free will so that we might choose our own destinies. He left it up to us to achieve them.

We must understand that sadness is an ocean, and sometimes we drown, while other days we are forced to swim

and I have always found, though I am unable to account for it, that daylight banishes many of the fears that are apt to assail us in the dark.

How beautiful is it that we live in a world where nothing lasts forever. We must learn to fall in love with the love inside us, only then every moment living will be worth dying for

Fear is not cowardice. Acting in a wrong and contemptible manner because of our fear is cowardice.

There's nothing as disappointing as realizing you only dreamed a good thing.

God is like a search engine — He is willing to answer your requests, but you must ask Him the right questions.

Dreams were always drawn to call her name and reality just couldn't learn to let her go.

Write from truth, write from self. Writing theory or conceptual writing may be A way to create new forms or styles but in the end? The Words Must Be Your Own.

Kalau anak laki-laki itu mementingkan diri sendiri, maka itu bukan salah mereka, itu terletak pada pendidikannya, mereka dibuat demikian. Mereka mendapat semuanya, boleh semuanya dan apa yang tidak mereka ambil, itu baik untuk anak-anak perempuan.

What is hell to a writer? Hell is being too busy to find the time to write or being unable to find the inspiration. Hell is suddenly finding the words but being away from your notebook or typewriter. Hell is when the verses slip away through your fingers and they never return again.

and there were times when i felt lost, but that did not stop me, for the further i went , the more i collected myself as i walked away and the more i walked away the closer i got it to all,,, and in the end, i became the journey, and like all journeys, i did not end, i just changed my directions.

Perkembangan intelektual masih belum merupakan surat ijazah untuk kesusilaan.

It's a damn good thing I'm not the damsel in distress type; we'd all be f*cked.

Awake, my soul! Why should I give hours and days any longer to the vain world, when there is such a world of misery at my very door? Lord, put thine own strength in me; confirm every good resolution; forgive my past long life of uselessness and folly.

Pay attention, and use your imagination.

Intent and dreaming is nice but its not, will never be enough. If you want something bad enough in life then you must fight for it or go after it. Life doesn't just come to you.

Once you read a book it becomes a part of you forever

She wanted to leave her mark in the world without getting her heart too attached to it.

Where's Agent Mulder when you need him?

You know I hate banks, that's my purse stash kid. (Tatum)

When a bad shot points a bad gun at you, your best plan is to stand still and take your chance. In such a case the chance is not a bad one. - Jack

Love speaks to The soul In a language The brain Can’t comprehend.

When you are a final girl, you run for all the girls who never mad it this far.

People believe that you'll recognize the monsters in your life the first time you meet them. They don't realize the greatest of monsters always appear as the best of friends.

The final girl survives because she can be just as ruthless as the monster who wants to destroy her.

That’s what weak people do,”said the Dollmaker. “They’re afraid, and hurt others with that fear. But there comes a point at which they don’t deserve our pity any more.

Poetry Is The Language Of Mysticism & Discourse. It Is The Whisper In The Dark, The Shadow In The Light. Poetry Is An Incantation From The Depths Of Your Very Soul.

You weren't designed to cure RM, but you did it anyway. You weren't designed to cross the toxic wasteland, but you did that too, and then you escaped from I don't know how many bad guys, and crossed through the middle of a war zone, and while every other group of weary, bloodied refugees is getting smaller and smaller, yours is getting bigger. You're teaching people, and you're recruiting people, and it's not because you were built that way, or because you had some kind of glorious destiny to fulfill, but because you're you. You're Kira Walker. You're not going to save the world because you're the chosen one, you're going to save it because you want to save it, and nobody in this world works harder for what they want than you do.

Loving me will not be easy, loving me will be war. You will hold the gun and I will hand you the bullets. So breathe, and embrace the beauty of the massacre that lies ahead. - R.M. Drake

Jin and RM went as far as to have a serious conversation about it at one point. Jin says: ________The both of us were in agreement that the team had to go up. But the difference between us was that I was wondering if we could pursue our happiness a little first and then think about what was going to happen, while he believed we had to give our all now for the sake of later happiness.

I began my tale in the hope that I might produce something to interest the young (perchance, also, the old) in a most momentous case—the total abolition of the African slave-trade. I close it with the prayer that God may make it a tooth in the file which shall eventually cut the chain of slavery, and set the black man free.

When a fool utters all kinds of insults against you in a social media group without even knowing you or without any worthwhile reason or provocation usually they are merely sad & pathetic attention seeking trolls who we should all feel sorry for. They don't deserve our anger. They deserve our pity.

True Love cannot be taken for granted because it can be taken away...

In The End The Words Are The All And The Nothing.

She could be the voice of hope as well as reason.

I can tell you’re not yourself lately and I hope wherever you’ve gone, you feel free.

Ang kamatayan ay hindi isang ritwal kundi isang tulay papunta sa pinili mong buhay (p. 341).

If it be good to come under the love of God once, surely it is good to keep ourselves there. And yet how reluctant we are!

Luck is often just skill expressing itself without the brain’s consent.

The only working model of socialism I have ever seen is in an elementary school classroom.

At the moment you think all is lost, the future remains.

Of all the times to have a first kiss, headless dead bitches meandering through your house probably wasn't the best.

All truth is worth knowing and labouring after. No one can tell to what useful results the discovery of even the smallest portion of truth may lead.

Most magicians smell like ink and starlight. The world bends around them.

Remember. Materialism is just another bullshit faith. Poetry is fucking alchemy.

I often take ill-gotten gold So folk won't starve or feel cold But gold today was rightly won When you named me your champion. So learn this lesson well today My warrant you will never pay For like arrows, Robins fly free None shall my master ever be

If death is like a sonnet then life would be a haiku. The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic with the last breath~ love, words fading and floating off into the abyss that is space whilst our everyday lives or days more important than normal become just a mere whisper in only a few short syllables through which we convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment briefly.

Wenn du der Träumer bist, Bin ich dein traum. Doch wenn du wachen willst, Bin ich dein Wille. Und werde mächtig aller Herrlichkeit Und ründe mich wie eine sternenstille Über der wunderlichen Stadt der Zeit

Minsan, hindi tayo makakagawa ng magandang alaala kung walang lungkot, takot, sakit. Kahit nga sa pagsulat ng mga masasayang bagay, nangangailangan din ng karanasan ng lungkot. Pa'no ka magsusulat tungkol sa kaligayahan kung hindi mo alam at naranasan ang lungkot? Pa'no ka makukuwento ng kamatayan kung hindi mo alam ang kahulugan ng buhay? (p. 178)

Altogether, humankind had spread over less than one-eighth of the galaxy. Expansion was somewhat self-limiting. The U.S. had not been able to hold a colony at two hundred light-years distance. At fifteen hundred light-years, most nations could consider their colonies temporary holdings. Any people it took you two months to reach were not going to pay your taxes or obey your laws. That was human nature. - Wolf Star, Tour of the Merrimack #2

We Were Lonely My Valentine. along a pavement of loneliness you towards me and I towards you unknown celestial bodies eclipse at night we pass and our gravity of loneliness brings us together so close to touch but not close enough your presence draws my heart and I feel you can’t pull away from gravity we stargaze our loneliness orbits and companionship to fill the black void we touch and our solitude evaporates into the stratosphere and the night is secluded I take you as a lover and you take me as yours we enter the expanding universe at its core the night to linger in our arms we feel humanity as humans share we need each other as strangers share we feel included and wanted for one night only we are true lovers one last kiss my valentine celestial bodies continue on their extraterrestrial journeys as I walk in the breaking dawn along the pavement of loneliness I know loneliness can be confined

I made myself from all the photographs i never took, from all the love I never received and from all the moments that never happened. And it has been too real, it has been a beautiful struggle; one that has always reminded me of how easy it was to laugh.

Blue Planet Phenomenon. she’s from the pink planet called Constellation he’s from the dark planet beyond under a constant monitor no love a interplanetary phenomenon he’s an interstellar she’s studying astronomy what they have seen sets in motion their biology they will meet on the blue planet they should know better it’s death if they get together interplanetary love is forbidden their passion keep it hidden they should know better but they must be together to the blue planet love velocity interstellar crossing Earth’s longitudes hiding their love in the new years eve multitudes they should know better their love still not allowed under another planets blanketing cloud Planet Earth in unified love new years eve blue planet phenomenon she will fall pregnant their baby conceived at a time of human unity their unborn baby and united humanity become one in harmony interstellar before they’re discovered too late their love uncovered they should know better it’s death for forbidden love together trial on dark planet they will all die today “kill them now” judgment say they plea for their unborn baby’s mercy a reprieve child leniency only for their baby clemency “bring on the birth” authorities say a unpredicted baby delivery conceived in a time of human unity a love descendant of humanity interstellar love racing interplanetary embracing human love emanating from their newborn baby blanketing pink planet with love blanketing dark planet with love two planets authority depleting two planets a love meeting now love not forbidden love never to be hidden interstellar love plea she and he with their baby to go free By R.M.Romarney.

We're magical. That means we're very good a surviving" -Karolina

The Dollmaker: Jewish people like Mr. Trzmiel practice a different religion that I do - they aren't Christian. They have a different relationship with God than I do. Karolina: Oh. That's a foolish reason to hate someone. The Dollmaker: Yes, it is.

What exactly is the new verse movement? The New Verse Movement of the 1910's was to make poetry relevant again by immersing it into the spaces, technologies, and social dynamics of the modern city. And Now In The Present And Future ? The New Verse Movement of the 21st Century follows these same beliefs. To somehow ignite the spark and to help make poetry relevant again in a new age of technologies (The Internet) and to support new & experimental as well as older poetic forms. The New Verse Movement of the 21st Century is all about change and free expression of the creative mind.

In 1902 before the site of the steel plant was even located, Jamsetji when abroad, described his dream city of steel to his son Dorab in a letter: ‘Be sure to lay wide streets planted with shady trees, every other of a quick-growing variety. Be sure that there is plenty of space for lawns and gardens. Reserve large areas for football, hockey and parks. Earmark areas for Hindu temples, Mohammedan mosques and Christian churches.’ Two decades after Jamsetji penned these lines, J.R.D. first visited Jamshedpur. The dream had come true. In the intervening years men of steel had raised a city out of a jungle.

For me the poem and the poetry open mic isn’t about competition and it never will be. Honestly? It's wrong. The open mic is about 1 poet, one fellow human being up on a stage or behind a podium sharing their work regardless of what form or style they bring to it. In other words? The guy with the low slam score is more than likely a far better poet-writer than the guy who actually won. But who are you? I ? Or really anyone else to judge them? The Poetry Slam has become an overgrown, over used monopoly on American literature and poetry and is now over utilized by the academic & public school establishments. And over the years has sadly become the "McDonalds Of Poetry". We can only hope that the same old stale atmosphere of it all eventually becomes or evolves into something new that translates to and from the written page and that gives new poets with different styles & authentic voices a chance to share their work too.

What then is the relation of law to morality? Law cannot prescribe morality, it can prescribe only external actions and therefore it should prescribe only those actions whose mere fulfillment, from whatever motive, the state adjudges to be conducive to welfare. What actions are these? Obviously such actions as promote the physical and social conditions requisite for the expression and development of free—or moral—personality.... Law does not and cannot cover all the ground of morality. To turn all moral obligations into legal obligations would be to destroy morality. Happily it is impossible. No code of law can envisage the myriad changing situations that determine moral obligations. Moreover, there must be one legal code for all, but moral codes vary as much as the individual characters of which they are the expression. To legislate against the moral codes of one’s fellows is a very grave act, requiring for its justification the most indubitable and universally admitted of social gains, for it is to steal their moral codes, to suppress their characters.

I realised I never wanted to leave her side, and I never wanted her to have to struggle to be released from her sadness. I could never suggest she required release; for she did not require release. It was a true thing, this sadness of hers; a true thing about the world, about life, about herself. I just wanted Daphne. I wanted who she was, how she was, only her, all of her, always. And I knew I would be forever treading the long path towards that shrouded chamber of dusky luminance I glimpsed in her flickering sort of half-smiles.

Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s shit. These are the things all the great philosophers just won’t tell you flat out about life. You keep moving, keep living, keep breathing And you keep writing-creating because that’s what you do And that’s who you are. There are no magical voices to guide You except your own. Make it count. ~ R.M. ENGELHARDT

When someone steals your original ideas? Feel sorry for them. When someone steals your thunder or applause? Feel sorry for them. When someone doesn't support your dreams or work ? Feel sorry for them. But when someone steals your truth, your voice, your heart or your words? Feel truly sorry for them And then kick their ass. It's yours. Because you've been way too fucking polite.

It is of no use mincing the matter; Dr John Marsh, after being regarded by his friends at home as hopelessly unimpressible—in short, an absolute woman-hater—had found his fate on a desolate isle of the Southern seas, he had fallen—nay, let us be just—had jumped over head and ears in love with Pauline Rigonda! Dr Marsh was no sentimental die-away noodle who, half-ashamed, half-proud of his condition, displays it to the semi-contemptuous world. No; after disbelieving for many years in the power of woman to subdue him, he suddenly and manfully gave in—sprang up high into the air, spiritually, and so to speak, turning a sharp somersault, went headlong down deep into the flood, without the slightest intention of ever again returning to the surface.

E L James, Party Games you’re looking kind of smug inserting that god damn anal plug giving me your kinky love after writing Fifty Shades you’re acting like some kind of renegade giving me your kinky love sit me on a dildo and spin me right around chain me up and hang me upside down giving me your kinky love god damn you E L James making me into some kind of party game giving me your kinky love put me in a dream and wheel in the Fucking Machine god damn you E L James spank a hand on my bum see how much I can cum god damn you E L James stand me up and sit me down lay me out and roll me about god damn you E L James BDSM electro impulses up my brainstem god damn you E L James cast me in a submissive role-play with my genitals on display god damn you E L James suspend me high in the air slap me around like I don’t care god damn you E L James take that whip off the shelf make me forget myself god damn you E L James Why are you wearing oven mittens? branding iron your name written inner goddess don’t keep in hidden god damn you E L James holy crap my mind has snapped to forget one thing that I have heard I’m never going to use the safe-word god damn you E L James By R.M.Romarney