User:StaraptorEmpoleon

(I'm removing my info because the quotes cross paths)

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I personally could talk about birds for hours and never get tired.

About me
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Hello, the name's Michelle. Some of my favourite birds are... I don't have one! But if I had to pick, it's probably the Hoopoe.

RIP Dexie, Shadow and Peacock. I hope you three are having fun up in heaven. I will miss you for the rest of my life. You were my children.

Random facts about me

 * I love to write.
 * I don't care if you insult me. Nemo me impune lacessit!
 * I have loved birds since I was eleven.
 * Did you hear about the time -- oh look, a great egret! I tend to get distracted. A lot. Or side-tracked for that matter.
 * My latest bird book is probably Hawks at a Distance.

Before you get to know me, here are some things:
 * I'm easily offended.
 * I'm OBSESSED with birds. So much so that you'd want to snuff me with a pillow in my sleep.
 * I startle and scare easily. I HATE being snuck up on.
 * I tend to cry a lot.
 * I'm VERY sensitive (see quote below).

Why I love birds
I just do. But if I had to say "why", well... they're colourful, beautiful, majestic, clean (unlike dogs), amazing, God's little canvasses, adorable, cute, intriguing, powerful, attractive, (I bet you're getting tired!), majestic, unique, striking, etc.

Follow me on Twitter! @AllBirdsWiki



Favourite quotes
I THINK that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

His voice was full of venom,

Hate pouring out…

Anger and yelling,

Just from loving birds way too much!

My blood turned into ice from fear…

Tears poured from my face,

My breathing becoming ragged

My vision seemed to disappear….

Bile tickled the back of my throat…

It was fear. Pure fear and nothing else.

I struggled to concentrate…

I tried to fight back,

But I'm not a fighter, I'm a fleer…

No…

Life finds a way... somehow... no matter how damaged a tree or how inbred a cat may be, life finds a way... I find it hard to conceive... God has his ways. I don't think we will ever fully understand. Life is terribly amazing... in a good way!

Being woken up by blue jays is the best way to wake up.

You know what would be cool? Just to be able to fly. Be a peregrine falcon, to be exact. I'd fly as high as possible and just stall, falling to the ground. When I get too close to the ground, I would open up my wings and start all over again.

There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.

There is one living spirit, prevalent over this world ... which assumes a multitude of forms according to subordinate laws. There is one thinking sensible principle allied to one kind of organic matter.

I usually make up my mind about a man in ten seconds, and I very rarely change it.

If you want to cut your own throat, don't come to me for a bandage.

I trust no one, not even myself.

Ideas are more powerful than guns. We would not let our enemies have guns, why should we let them have ideas.

A man's manners are a mirror in which he shows his portrait.

A noble person attracts noble people, and knows how to hold on to them.

A person hears only what they can understand.

Be generous with kindly words, especially about those who are absent.

Correction does much, but encouragement does more.

Tons of quotes by Goethe are beautiful, I can't post them all!!! <3

I hate love because I hate pain.

I hate love because I loved you and you tore my heart into pieces.

Eventually I'll learn the kisses won't always mean something, promises can be broken, and love is just another way of saying 'I wanna break your heart.'

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. I-I think I love you, Mr. Gaiman. This is incredibly well said.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

If you abuse power, it will always backfire on you. Last thing I remember, I was

Running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

’relax,’ said the night man,

We are programmed to receive.

You can checkout any time you like,

But you can never leave!

From Family Guy
Quagmire: Okay, I'll tell you. You are the worst person I know. You constantly hit on your best friend's wife. The man pays for your food and rescued you from certain death, and this is how you repay him? And to add insult to injury, you defecate all over his yard. And you're such a sponge. You pay for nothing. You always say, "Oh, I'll get you later" but "later" never comes. And what really bothers me is you pretend you're this deep guy who loves women for their souls when all you do is date bimbos. Yeah, I date women for their bodies but at least I'm honest about it. I don't buy them a copy of Catcher in the Rye and then lecture them with some seventh grade interpretation of how Holden Caulfield is some profound, intellectual. He wasn't! He was a spoiled brat! And that's why you like him so much—he's you! God, you're pretentious! And you delude yourself by thinking you're some great writer, even though you're terrible! You know, I should have known Cheryl Tiegs didn't write me that note. She would have known there's no "a" in the word "definite." And I think what I hate most about you is your textbook liberal agenda, how we should "legalize pot, man," how big business is crushing the underclass, how homelessness is the biggest tragedy in America. Well, what have you done to help? I work down at the soup kitchen, Brian. Never seen you down there! You wanna help? Grab a ladle! And by the way, driving a Prius doesn't make you Jesus Christ! Oh, wait! You don't believe in Jesus Christ or any religion for that matter, because "religion is for idiots!" Well, who the hell are you to talk down to anyone? You failed college twice, which isn't nearly as bad as your failure as a father! How's that son of yours you never see? But you know what? I could forgive all of that, all of it, if you weren't such a bore! That's the worst of it, Brian. You're just a big, sad, alcoholic bore. (sighs) Well, see ya, Brian! Thanks for the [bleeping]ing steak! Best monologue ever!

Quagmire: (As Bill Clinton) My fellow Americans, I have not been entirely truthful with you. I did gigoogity that girl. I geschmoigiddied her geflavaty with my googus, and I am sorry.


 * Chris: Dad, can you help me with my French homework?
 * Peter: Yeah, sure, why not? What's the word for fish?
 * Chris: Poisson.
 * Peter: Good. Dog?
 * Chris: Chien.
 * Peter: Seal?
 * Chris: Phoque.
 * Lois: Chris, watch your language!
 * Chris: No, that's how you say "seal" in French, "phoque".
 * Peter: He's right, Lois, look. [shows picture of seal and French term below] And here, I'll help you remember. What's this?
 * Chris: A lazy phoque.
 * Peter: Good. [turns page]
 * Chris: Dumb phoque.
 * Peter: Good. [turns page]
 * Chris: Sick phoque.
 * Peter: Good. [turns page]
 * Chris: Sick, twisted phoque.
 * Peter: Good. [turns page]
 * Chris: Cluster phoque. [Peter turns page, grabs, rips part of newspaper and sticks on book showing a celebrity] Ugly phoque and bitch.
 * Peter: Good job, Chris, I think you're ready. And remember, you can use that word as much as you want, even home in front of your parents because it's French, and French is classy.

Exploring the internet
"People are fragile. Some are more than fragile. Sometimes the littlest things, the most harmless words can break them, and they will never tell you. You will never know until it's too late. Like a glass pitcher, the tiniest little crack can buckle under the pressure and break, sending the contents everywhere. Even they think, at first, that the crack is just a surface crack and only cosmetic. You would think such a tiny crack should be able to hold, but it's the pressure behind it that does the real damage. Some people are just like that. It's none of your business why, and criticizing how fragile they are makes them more fragile. They don't want to be that sensitive, they don't want all those cracks in the glass that makes them up. Who would want that? The best you can do is love them. What fragile people need are people they know can support them. A filler for those cracks. Family, friends, whatever. People who make them feel like they're loved and accepted. People who make them happy. That strengthens them. Encourage the things that make them lively and happy. Let them do what they love. The most fragile person you know could very well be the person you see as the strongest." From here. It basically describes me.

Top twenty favourite songs
It's hard one, but here we go:
 * 1) Love Stinks by J. Geils Band. Describes me.
 * 2) I Want to Know What Love is - Foreigner. Describes me as well.
 * 3) Stray - Steve Conte/Yoko Kanno. Describes me too!
 * 4) More Than a Feeling - Boston. Who wouldn't like this song? It's amazing!
 * 5) She's Gone - Hall & Oates. Beautiful song.
 * 6) Won't Get Fooled Again - The Who. I love this song.
 * 7) Who Are You - The Who. My heart is like a broken cup.
 * 8) Hotel California - The Eagles. Relationships remind me of this song (Last thing/I remember, I was/Running for the door/I had to find the passage back/To the place I was before/’relax,’ said the night man,/We are programmed to receive./You can checkout any time you like,/But you can never leave!).
 * 9) Best Wishes! - Rica Matsumoto. LISTEN to it. Seriously. Amazing song.
 * 10) Long Train Runnin' - The Doobie Brothers. This has a nice beat to it!
 * 11) Brand New Day - Ryan Star. RIP LIE TO ME </3
 * 12) Evil Woman - Electric Light Orchestra. I like changing the lyrics around to where it says "evil man". LOL.
 * 13) Heil dir im die Siegerkranz - ??? Out of all of the countries in the world, Germany's history is my favourite.
 * 14) Pokemon Platinum - Looker's Theme. I have no idea who did this, but it's one of the best songs in all of the franchise.
 * 15) Never Been to Spain - Three Dog Night. Well, I've never been to Heaven, but I've been to Oklahoma!
 * 16) Lady - Styx. This is their best song, I must admit.
 * 17) Rebels of the Sacred Heart - Flogging Molly. I love this song. Not sure why.
 * 18) Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya - Dropkick Murphys. DRUMS AND GUNS!
 * 19) Give a Little Bit - Supertramp. I love the instruments.
 * 20) Die Gedanken sind frei - Studenlieder. My thoughts are free!