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I don't think we use television the way we should or the way the inventors intended.

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I Don't Think So

I Don't Think So
We've been through this time together
AlI in my mind the love was so alive
Oh I never wanted for another
Then I saw the beginnings of a Iie
Good times and the bad times
Through the good times and the bad times with me
Good times and the bad times
Yeah I wonder why I never see
Good times and the bad times
Oh maybe there was always something wrong
Good times and the bad times
Did l wait too long
Chorus:
You said you'd love me for all of your life
I don't think so
Through the best of the best and the worst of the times
I don't think so
You said the world was a beautiful place
l don't think so
You swore the love was perfectly sale
I don't think so
People can only stay together
If in their hearts they know they can say what's on their minds
Would you say
Good times and the bad times
If it can't really be then I gotta move on
Good times and the bad times
Is it really time
Chorus: (repeat)
Said the check's in the mail and the maiI's on time
I don't think so
Said out of touch ain't out of mind
I don't think so
Couldn't live without me, and that's a fact
I don't think so
Love is real and it's not an act
I don't think so
Come on
Good times and the bad times
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
Baby our love was a beautiful thing
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
You said you'd love me for all of your life
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
Through the best of the best and the worst of times
I don't think so
l don't think so baby oh baby oh baby come on
I don't think so
The love was right but the loving was wrong

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I don't think I will get over not being able to go to the wedding

I don't think I will get over not going to the wedding.written and Posted 10/22/11

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They Don't Think So-The Rationale of Robert

I am a bad person
At least I have done bad things
I admit it.
Lied, hurt others, cheated
and things worse.
yes, I know.
All bad.

But I don't really believe that I
am a bad person.
I am a good person
who has done bad things.

Most I am sorry for;
some I am not as much
as I should.

But what am I to do?
A good person
trapped by my own bad deeds.
Should I flagellate
repent, confess?
But why?
The deeds were bad, not I.

A really good person could see that
and forgive me.
A bad person can not and will not.
So, I guess they are bad just like me.

Now that leaves the good people
who see that bad deeds are not me
and forgive.

They even may forget.
But the fact they able to do that
makes me feel inferior.

They think they are better than me
and that is bad.
So, if they make me feel bad
then they are not really good people.

So, you see the whole world is just like me
even if they don't think so.

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Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter anyhow
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm travelling on
Don't think twice it's all right
Well it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
Light I've never known
Ain't no use in turning on the light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Wish there was something you could do or say
Something to make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talking anyway
Don't think twice, it's all right
And it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you've never done before
It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
I can't hear you anymore
I'm thinking and a wondering, walking down that road
I once loved a woman - A child I'm told
Gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul
Don't think twice, it's all right
So long, honey-babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word babe
I'll just say,

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Don't Try to Use Logic

Let's set aside our differences,
Of opinion.
And together,
Come to this agreement!

No where will I...
Or should I obligate myself,
To have your priorities...
In my head.
Nor hold myself accountable,
For the lack of interest to do so.

No where in my mind...
Can I find,
Justification to feel guilty...
For your display of irresponsibility.
And I recently spent all of five minutes,
Being concerned of giving that too much thought.

Let's set aside our differences,
Of opinion.
And together,
Come to this agreement!

You will,
In the very near future...
No longer accuse me for not being 'there' for you.
And I...
Will not find it necessary,
To wonder where you are when I arrive...
To find you gone.
Doing whatever it was that suits you.
AND with whoever.

And we...
You and I,
Can today agree...
That completing those things I need to do,
To get things done...
Will not anger you.
And while I am doing that,
At the best of my ability...
You will focus all of your attention,
On locating a purpose for your life.
How's that?
Does that sound reasonable enough to you?

'Don't try to use logic on me.
It is a little too late for that!
You're 'always' thinking of yourself!
What do you think I am,
Stupid?

If you don't have time to drive me,
To my job interview.
And wait patiently,
Until I'm done to bring me back home...
Fine!
But say it.
Don't beat around the bush with me.'

Son...
I love you.
But at 45 years old...
Don't you think,
That's YOUR responsibility?
You 'kids' are something else today.

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I Don't Think The Wind Sings For Me Alone

I don't think the wind sings for me alone
even in this isolated space where it
silvers the leaves of the Russian olives
like musical scales. Or every thought and emotion,
every image, symbol, or insight
shares the same myth of origin that I do.
Nor all the words that I call my native language
weren't rooted first in someone else's garden.
As the air I breathe was, as the light that has entered
through many more eyes than mine. What I hear
doesn't belong to me, nor what I see,
my private vision. But when I don't grasp
at clouds and water, everything is my reflection
looking back at me as if there were no one there.

I disappear. And I feel my presence everywhere
as real as the sceptres of Queen Anne's Lace
growing old in the moonlight, or the blue fury
of the wild irises burning in their own fires
like the Pleiades. Who can understand
the circuitous wanderings of the mindstream
white water rafting its own axons in an empty lifeboat
when even the questions you raise about it are not your own?
I may well be that, but tonight, I'm not personally involved.
Things occur like spiritual events. The rat snake
strikes the frog, the shadow flash of a bird
transits the moon. Arcturus descends
before the Summer Triangle with the easy grace
of a light that doesn't realize it's being observed intensely.

And I wonder if we're actualizing each other
in some interdependently original way
that it knows as little about as I do.
Or the dead birch tree that's standing by both of us,
naked in its bones as a fan of coral.
Silly man, now you know how a fly
up against a window feels. Or how a mirror
that's deeper than either your eyes
or the light can see into, keeps its appeal.
Been wondering most of my life
in an aloof but wary mode of gratitude
about the great symphony of love and light and light,
like someone who's been hurt by someone they cherish
without knowing why. And whether to laugh or weep
at the absurd tragicomedies that keep appearing
like vulnerable mushrooms in my sleep.

But tonight, tonight, all I want to hear
is the whisper of a dropp of water running down the sluice
of a blade of stargrass. The eerie rustling of the leaves
as if the trees had something to say to me
about my presence among them that leaves me
half again as estranged as when I first came here
to enjoy a freedom that isn't just a matter of changing gates.

Sad man, but tonight I dance with thousands of waterlilies
under the chandeliers of the stars, in three four time,
as if I just remembered how to waltz with the bride
and bow to a flower like a lunar violin. My heart
doesn't look for its reflection in the fire pit
where I burnt all my life masks like straw dogs
when the sacred ritual was over. I denuded myself
basking in the clear light of the void, until
there was no one left, not even me, to notice.

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As our brains think at ones throw the core...

I break descending law of your kiss
You fix burbling sound of your lips

I leave just for good from my brain
Instead fast you become my refrain

I talk to myself: don't give up
You drink slow my spirit from the cup...

Now we are transparence even more
As our brains think at ones throw the core...

Vasil Marku 2012

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I Really Don't Think So

You know that I don't back
You doing what you want without you
Letting me know that you do
So I can do it too

We been so together
And if there were ever
Reason to change it
I'm sure we could arrange it baby

Something's wrong
If you really think that
You're the one to get away with it
I know what you're thinking
It's starting to sink in

Why does everything
have to be a love thing
think of all the sorrow that love brings
Is it where you really wanna go no
I really don't think so
Why does everything
Gotta be a love thing
Why can't we dig each other and just hang
Is it where you really wanna go no
I really don't think so

I'm not one to go on
your pre-conceptions of
correct behaviour
It's really not my flava

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I Don't Think I Will Ever Learn To Be Humble

I don't think I will ever learn to be humble-
After so many years of rejection,
After so many failed efforts at publication,
After so much self- publication,
And in its wake
So little enthusiasm for my work,
After so much pushing of myself
And so little response to that pushing
After so much trying again and again
Over nearly fifty years,
I still write and attempt to push myself forward,
As if there still will come a vindication
A revelation and total transformation
In the way my work is seen-
It appears I will die then as a wannabe,
Still pushing still dreaming still believing
I should be what clearly I am not-
I will never learn to be humble-
I will carry to the grave
My own exaggerated idea of the worth
Of my work and the value of myself.
I will go down to the grave
The fool of my own dream
A lifelong failure.

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I Don't Think It Is Real

Is it real? !
For this beautiful lady is now my lover;
I don't it is real,
For i am now in love with this beautiful lady.
I do feel better than brefore like,
The sun and the moon;
For i've got nothing to lose on this love.

I am real for love and,
She is all that it takes;
Like the white of the snow and the yellow of the gold,
I am moving from one sea to another to get to my lover.
She is so beautiful and so sweet,
Like a vision from afar with short walls and little hills;
But her love is from Sheba to Seba for me live like a King!
My actions are from Lebanon and,
I don't think it is real to eassily get this beautiful woman;
With things melting away like ice cream.

I don't think it is real but,
I do have this sweet lover beside me;
And with the seasons to enhance the beauty of this earth like,
The skyline of a blue designed pattern.
I am in love and she had made my day,
For hwer beauty tells it all;
But so sweet and so lovely is her love.

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Don't Think Of Me

So you're with her
and not with me
I hope she's sweet
and so pretty
I hear she cooks delightfully
a little angel beside you
So you're with her
and not with me
Oh how lucky one man can be
I hear your house
is small and clean
Oh how lovely with your homecoming queen
Oh how lovely it must be

When you see her sweet smile baby
Don't think of me
When she lays in your warm arms
Don't think of me

So you're with her
and not with me
I know she spreads sweet honey
In fact your best friend
I heard he spent last night with her
Now how do you feel

When you see her sweet smile baby
Don't think of me
When she lays in your warm arms
Don't think of me

And it's too late and it's too bad
Don't think of me
Oh it's too late and it's too bad
Don't think of me

Does it bother you now all the mess I made
Does it bother you now the clothes you told me not to wear
Does it bother you now all the angry games we played
Does it bother you now when I'm not there

When you see her sweet smile baby
Don't think of me
When she lays in your warm arms
Don't think of me

And it's too late and it's too bad
Don't think of me
Oh it's too late and it's too bad
Don't think of me

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Don't Think I Owed It To Myself, But I Have Endured

Don't think I owed it to myself, but I have endured.
Scarred and broken and as full of escarpments
some bad mason laid in like a Cubist stairwell
in the Canadian Shield. Experience the sum
of all my failures, it's a strange book to quote from.
I tell people not to listen to anything but their own hearts,
but they take that as a sign of creative sincerity
and continue to listen out of the corners of their lives,
defying my unmastery by paying stricter attention.
You'd think someone who had lived sixty four years the hard way
like a wild mountain goat on a high, noble path
the rest of the herd doesn't take much anymore
as they did when the more siderealized shepherds
used to drive them to the Zen pastures of the moon,
would have his act down pat by now.

Still got a few gamma ray bursts of demonic energy
left in me yet, a black revolver of comets left in the clip
to take a few more pot shots on a drive by at the sun just for fun
as it's going down like a mailbox at the side of the road
with a waning rooster painted on it like a fire hydrant.
You can spend your whole life as preparation
for a moment that never comes. Some people
don't want to catch up to their star.
They just want to follow it as far as they can go.
They want to explore the offroad mysteries along the way.
Some ghosts radiate like well known constellations
and others roses in the dark that are just as happy to emanate.

Not in the habit of judging the ashes of others
by their constellations or their urns,
I've had more of a precessional inclination
to scatter them like seagulls on the wind
just to watch them hover motionless over a precipice,
each fixed in space like a mobile of sheet music
or the paradigmatic silence of a symphony
living the moment like a riff in the heart of time.
Wherever I've gone I've tried to leave signs
of where I'd been as delusory clues for those
sleeping walking in their delusional lostness,
roomy, lunar waterpalaces of the mind to move into
with more infinitely spacious windows
than there are condemned houses
in the slums of the usual zodiac of clockwork origins.

Not infrequently I can see time in a better light
than it deserves, and I like people that have been
sand blasted in the tide like a piece of broken glass
that washed up on the beach without losing its translucency.
An alumnus of the underground schools
for the occult science of new moons,
every moment of my life since
I've been the master apprentice of my own dark beginnings.
The serpent fire at the base of my spine woke up
like a fire alarm in the hallway of a burning house
shrieking for life at the window, and my vertebrae,
playing by ear, the silver-tongued flute,
and the picture-music within me, the snake-charmer,
swaying like a river reed going with the flow
to keep me on the same wavelength as lightning
looking for a place to strike, intrigued and alive.

It's the arrogance of consciousness to think
it's anymore than an eddy in the mindstream
that's got intimate connections with the greater sea of awareness
it's heading toward like a maple leaf with a flightplan
that's got nothing to do with how things fall out.
The world turns and things are relegated
to stolen milk cartons like old albums weaned
from the nippled turn tables of a breast implant.
The past is a jigsaw puzzle where all the pieces
keep changing shape like the fossils of a man
who isn't comfortable in his death bed.

Over the course of time this vale of tears
slowly evaporates spiritually into the heat
like heart-shaped morning glory leaves
steaming into the dawn
like ghosts that had to get back to their graves,
arising off the lake like a mass exorcism,
or the third eye of the sun that shines at midnight
from the bottom up on the roots of the earth
as if it were trying to teach blind, star-nosed moles
to see the stars burning in the day
from the bottom of a dry housewell
that echoes like a firefly in the spider mount
of a hollow telescope listening to the cosmic hiss
of a message it's waiting to receive
that's already been delivered
like a star that's strong and true,
but apocalyptically behind the times
as if one person's past were another person's present
and past and future and present
were all living co-terminously in the moment
like the triune identity of time looking three ways,
and probably more if you were take its lifemask off,
simultaneously, so when the wind blows
through my musical skull in this celestial desert of stars
because I listen attentively to the lyrics
like a nightbird waiting for an answer
to its amorous enquiry, I know I'm not
singing out of my ears just to overhear myself talk.
My world's been complete since the Big Bang
and everything after, the prophetic echo
of a future memory of cosmic events
that happened without me billions of light years ago.

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Don't Change Me But Change The World

Don't change me
But change the world around you
My friend

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If someone's going to talk about me, I'd want it to be positively. The way many write, you'd think only bad things were interesting. If we don't think positive, what's the use? It's a lot more fun, you know.

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I Don't Know If I Heard The Thing Itself

I don't know if I heard the thing itself,
Or perhaps the idea of the thing-
I do know
It ceased to be,
as all things cease to be-
Even the wind will die one day,
And our Earth have no one to sing songs of lament for it.

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Haters Of The Real World

Haters of the real world
haters of the free world
They want to control
they want to dictate

They want it all
free will and all
They are makers of pain
they are makers of their own shame

But don't think it's
just the world leaders
it could be your own neighbours

Haters of the real world
haters of the free world
it could be anyone

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I Don't Think That I'll Ever Be Famous

I don't think that I'll ever be famous
Like those delicious cookies by Amos
Nor do I think that I will ever cry
At least I'll know that I really did try

My poems are filled with simplicity
And some of them contain some empathy
Many were composed with a simple write
For most of them were written late at night

In a way I am glad that I am free
With no worries about trying to be
I hope some people like my simple verse
And in most of them I tried not to curse

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Bless The Beach

We humans have fun on the sand
we don't care where the trash lands.
Now if we would understand
that wind, ranin and ocean waves
bring trash into sea by night and day-
maybe we would think of the beach in a
different way.
Bless the beach and the sea-
they are home of fishes, sea life that
want it to be clean.
Would you want your home filled with junk?
No, I don't think so, lets bless the beach
and keep it clean, not smelling like a skunk.

Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012

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The Angels

Sometimes I feel like an innocent one
To deserve this fate what I have I ever done
I know that I made all the rules
But time can even change the hopeless ways of fools
I love you tonight like I did yesterday
I won't think of tomorrow or the price I pay
I drink from the well my soul is dry
I never know why

CHORUS
All I want is for your love to be all mine
But the angels won't have it
All I want is just a little peace of mind
But the angels won't have it
I thought I had a piece of my soul left to sell
I guess it's just as well
'Cause the angels won't have it

Who's looking after this see-through heart
Someone up there isn't doing their part
Oh Cupid you foolish boy
You should take better aim with your brand new toy
I love you tonight like I did yesterday
I don't think of tomorrow or the price I pay
I drink from the well my soul is dry
I never know why

CHORUS

So if I die before I wake
The innocent one whose heart could never break
Lift me up take me out of this bed
Watching the angels shake their heads
Don't feel sorry for me baby honey don't you cry
You can sell all of my clothes you will forget me by and by
I'll be riding that train I'll be singing that song
But I won't be gone for long
'Cause the angels won't have it

CHORUS

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You Don't Miss Your Water ('Til The Well Runs Dry)

As I sail with you across the finest oceans
On a way to find the key to our emotions
Together we will move the clouds to brighter days
Some people question what I say
Tried to break up you and me
But I know this love between us is growing stronger
You can call me whenever from wherever
Just remember that
I'll be there
Through all the stormy weather
Us break up never
No we'll be together
Forever

[Chorus:]
You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry
But I believe so strongly in you and I
Can somebody answer me the question why
You don't miss your water til the well runs dry

As I close my eyes
Sit back while reminiscing
Of when we used to fuss and fight but end up kissing
There may be sad and pain for time so long to wait
But in my heart you'll always be everything and more to me
For I know this love between us is growing stronger
You can call me whenever from wherever
Just remember that
I'll be there
Through all the stormy weather
Us break up never
No we'll be together
Forever

[Chorus]

For you are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
Girl you know that you
You are always
You are always on my mind
You are always forever

[Chorus]

You don't miss your water girl no
But I believe so strongly in you and I yeah
Can somebody answer me the question why
Cause you don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry yeah listen
If you ever get the feeling
You wanna play around starting cheating

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