Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.
Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.
~Colossians 3:12

Joe Fox: Do you ever feel you've become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora's box of all the secret, hateful parts - your arrogance, your spite, your condescension - has sprung open? Someone upsets you and instead of smiling and walking away, you zing them? "Hello, it's Mr Nasty." I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about.

Kathleen Kelly: No, I know exactly what you mean, and I'm completely jealous. What happens to me when I'm provoked is that I get tongue-tied and my mind goes blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning trying to figure out what I should have said. What should I have said, for example, to a bottom dweller who recently belittled my existence? Nothing. Even now, days later, I can't figure it out.

Joe Fox: Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could pass all my zingers to you? And then I would never behave badly and you could behave badly all the time, and we'd both be happy. But then, on the other hand, I must warn you that when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.

"Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. but sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. and maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope. "

The best video of this song. Period.

I was walking down the street with my friend and he said, "I hear music", as if there is any other way you can take it in. You're not special, that's how I receive it too. I tried to taste it but it did not work.

And it takes no time to fall in love

But it takes you years to know what love is

It takes some fears to make you trust

It takes those tears to make it rust

It takes the dust to have it polished

It takes some silence to make sound

It takes a loss before you found it

And it takes a road to go nowhere

It takes a toll to make you care

It takes a hole to make a mountain

~Life is Wonderful by Jason Mraz

Toby : You want the benefits of free trade? Food is cheaper.

Sachs : Yes.

Toby : Food is cheaper, clothes are cheaper, steel is cheaper, cars are cheaper, phone service is cheaper. You feel me building a rhythm here? That's 'cause I'm a speechwriter and I know how to make a point... It lowers prices, it raises income. You see what I did with 'lowers' and 'raises' there?

Sachs : Yes.

Toby : It's called the science of listener attention. We did repetition, we did floating opposites and now you end with the one that's not like the others. Ready? Free trade stops wars. And that's it. Free trade stops wars! And we figure out a way to fix the rest! One world, one peace. I'm sure I've seen that on a sign somewhere.

Sachs : God, Toby...Wouldn't it be great if there was someone around here with communication skills who could go in there and tell them that?

Peek inside a chick's mind. (Be afraid, be very afraid.)
I once dated a guy who was convinced I had the ability to make any man (or woman, for that matter) fall in love with me just by my looking at them. You read that right, his position was that this hypnotizing look in my eye triggered LOVE. I'd concede I do ogle quite impressively, but firmly held that this ogling couldn't affect everyone in the same manner; plus, we all possess free will and love's a choice. He'd counter that mine was a nondiscriminatory stare and he was undividedly sanguine that this love charm would work on any person of my choosing and if I chose them, they were left without one- they had to love me.
I'm not gonna lie, back then I thought it was sweet. He'd gush about my gaze and debate if twinkle was a more appropriate word than sparkle. I'd sigh and swoon.
Looking back I (gag and then) think it's actually kind of funny that he thought I could cast some sort of magical spell that causes any partner to fall in love with me without their consent.
Funny...and just a *tad* insulting.
Because, if you think about it, it could easily be interpreted that he felt he was only in love with me because of this twinkle...er sparkle or..uhh, man. Why don't I just start dating girls?
Anyway, I'm pretty sure his theory is sort of like if a guy were to say "If I would have been sober and had my wits about me, it's possible I never would have f*cked her."
Quite the compliment, don't you think? :)