Monday, July 2, 2012

All i want is you,


All I Want Is You



I'll tell it rather simply;


I'll say it plain and true-


A single thing is all I want


And all I want is you.


There are no other riches,


No treasures or possessions


That ever could compare with you,


My fondest of obsessions.


You are the very air I breathe,


The ration that sustains me.


You're all my thoughts tied up as one.


The laugh that entertains me.


You're all that life need ever give,


The maximum that's due.


If I could ask for anything,


I'd only ask for you.

huh???

Does this right???





food hmmm






like i said before, chicken foldover ma..

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Qoutes: excuses

Alexander Pope
An excuse is worse than a lie, for an excuse is a lie, guarded.

Thomas Fuller
Bad excuses are worse than none.

Unknown Author
Don't make excuses, make good.

Publilius Syrus
Every vice has its excuse ready.

Benjamin Franklin
He that is good for making excuses is seldom good for anything else.

Gabriel Meurier
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.

Henry Ward Beecher
Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody else expects of you, never excuse yourself.

Yiddish Proverb
If you don't want to do something, one excuse is as good as another.

Francois de la Rochefoucauld
Nothing is impossible; there are ways that lead to everything, and if we had sufficient will we should always have sufficient means. It is often merely for an excuse that we say things are impossible.

Napoleon Hill
The best job goes to the person who can get it done without passing the buck or coming back with excuses.

Thomas Szasz
Two wrongs don't make a right, but they make a good excuse.

H. V. Adolt
We are all manufacturers. Making good, making trouble, or making excuses.

Abraham H. Maslow
We are not in a position in which we have nothing to work with. We already have capacities, talents, direction, missions, and callings.

Rudyard Kipling
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.

It Is an Honorable Thought by Emily Dickinson

It is an honorable thought,
And makes one lift one's hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,

That we've immortal place,
Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit russetly away.