Jelita Jaison > Jelita's Quotes

“I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

“It never got weird enough for me.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

“Yesterday's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Curse of Lono

“When the going gets weird, the weird turn professional.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72

“Too weird to live, too rare to die!”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream

“Some may never live, but the crazy never die.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

“If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

“The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels

“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”
― Hunter S. Thompson

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

“We are made of all those who have built and broken us.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.”
― Atticus

“Love her but leave her wild.”
― Atticus

“She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. ”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“I think it’s beautiful
the way you sparkle
when you talk about
the things you love.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“Watch carefully
the magic that occurs
when you give a person
enough comfort
to just be themselves.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“There is nothing
prettier in the
whole wide world
than a girl
in love
with every breath she takes.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“A sky
full
of stars
and he
was staring
at her.

—ATTICUS”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“She was afraid of heights
but she was
much more afraid
of never flying.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“It was her chaos that made her beautiful. ”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“I worry there is something broken in our generation,
there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“She had just enough madness to make her interesting”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFE
AND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“I feel in every girl there is a spirit,
a wild pixie,
that if let go,
would run and dance in grassy fields
until the end of the world.

And then that girl grows up,
that pixie hides,
but it's always there,
peeking out behind old eyes
and reading glasses,
laughing, waiting,
to one day dance again.”
― Atticus

“She wasn't looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword. ”
― Atticus Poetry

“What good are wings without the courage to fly?”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“Brushing a girl’s hair
behind her ear
once a day
will solve more problems
than all those
therapists
and drugs.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild