Here's to the crazy ones.

  The misfits.

    The rebels.

      The troublemakers.

        The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently.

They're not fond of rules.

     And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,

     disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.

      Because they change things.

They invent.    They imagine.    They heal.

  They explore.    They create.    They inspire.

    They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?

Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?

Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

While some see them as the crazy ones,

   we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think

they can change the world, are the ones who do.

לקוח מהפרסומת הזאת: 

http://il.youtube.com/watch?v=gE857DJWX2w&NR=1

…and I’m here , in this stupid little flat,  on my own, and I’m thirty-five years old, and I own a tiny failing business, and my friends don’t seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven’t lost. And if I went back to sleep and slept for forty years and woke up without any teeth to the sound of Melody Radio in an old people’s home, I wouldn’t worry that much, because the worst of life, i.e. the rest of it, would be over. And I wouldn’t even have had to kill myself.

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‘Have you got any soul?’ a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I’ve got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to tell her, get a better balance, but I can’t seem to get it sorted. I can see she wouldn’t be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so I simply point to where I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.

[High Fidelity – Nick Hornby]

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream

[Incubus - I miss you]

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.
Seasons of love.

525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?

In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.

It's time now to sing out,
tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love!
Remember the love! Remember the love!
Measure in love.
Seasons of love! Seasons of love.

[Seasons of Love - Anthony Rapp, Adam Pascal, Daphne Rubin-Vega, Jesse L. Martin, Wilson Jermaine Heredia, Idina Menzel, Fredi Walker, Taye Diggs ]

"Wanting to explain everything to him - how certain notes of the moonlight sonata shredded her head like wind inside a paper bag; how her soul felt as endless and deep as the sea churning on their left; how the sight of the young Muslim couple filled her with an emotion that was equal parts joy and sadness; and above all, how she wanted a marriage that was different from the dead sea of marriages she saw all around her, how she wanted something finer, deeper, a marriage made out of silk and velvet instead of coarse cloth, a marriage made out of clouds and stardust and red earth and ocean foam and moonlight and sonatas and books and art galleries and passion and kindness and sorrow and ecstasy and of fingers touching from under a burqua"

"What she had meant to say was not 'I love you' at all. What she wanted to say was 'I love life', a self-declaration as naked and real and authentic as an X-ray."

[The Space Between Us - Thrity Umrigar]

"כשפגשתי אותה, היא הייתה עור ועצמות ופקעת של שיער"

"נתנו לה ברזל גופרתי והיא פרחה כמו ורד מזורגג"

"Thank you for making me bloom like a rose"

"לפני שהפכתי לפסיכואנליטית הייתי פריג'ידית לחלוטין, ועכשיו יש לי רק סקס במוח"

"להזדיין זה ללכת אל האלים האפלים"

"בואי נלך אל האלים האפלים!"

"אתה תעקור הרים!"

"כרגע אני לא יכול אפילו להזיז את הלשון"

"My father was a civilised man living in an uncivilised time. The civilised, they

were the first to die"

"The truth does not make it easier to understand"

"This was not judgment day, only morning"

[Sophie's Choice, the movie]

[...]

And if we should meet through some misunderstanding

 I'll be very sweet very patient and forgiving

 (Now get off my side of the state)

[...]

I am an accident waiting to happen

 I'm laughing like mad while you strangle the captain

 My place may be taken, but make no mistake

 From a little black black box i can say without shame

 That you've lost

 Do you know what you've lost?

[Truce, Dresden Dolls]

With you I'm not a fascist, can't play you like a toy

And when I need to dominate, you're not my little boy

You see that I am hungry, for a life of understanding

And you forgive my angry little heart when she's demanding

You bring me to my knees

While I'm scratching out the eyes

Of a world I want to conqure, and deliver, and despise

And right while I am kneeling there, I suddenly begin to care

And understand that there could be, a person that loves me

[Madonna]

I've got you under my skin

I've got you deep in the heart of me

So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me

I've got you under my skin

I'd tried so not to give in

I said to myself: this affair never will go so well

But why should I try to resist when, baby

I know so well

I've got you under my skin?

[Frank Sinatra]

I will rise up early and dress myself up nice

And I will leave the house and check the deadlock twice

And I will find a crowd and blend in for a minute

And I will try to find a little comfort in it

And I will get lonely and gasp for air

And send your name up from my lips like a signal flare

And I will go downtown, stand in the shadows of the buildings

And button up my coat, trying to stay strong spirit willing

And I will come back home, maybe call some friends

Maybe pain some pictures

It all depends

And I will get lonely and gasp for air

And look up at the high windows, and see your face up there

[Mountain Goats]

ממליצה בחום להקשיב לשיר, המנגינה יפייפה ורודפת 

I know you, you're Norma Desmond, you used to play in silent pictures, you used to be big!"

"I am still big. It's the pictures that got small"

[Sunset Boulevard, 1950]