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I believe that what self-centered men have torn down men other-centered can build up. -Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-5025394574934700295?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5025394574934700295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=5025394574934700295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5025394574934700295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5025394574934700295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stay Beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-194962408265862674?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/194962408265862674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=194962408265862674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/194962408265862674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;and tired of trying.&lt;br /&gt;-Alkaline Trio, &lt;em&gt;Radio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1116566283516380417?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1116566283516380417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1116566283516380417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1116566283516380417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1116566283516380417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Confessional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-7434126461854959552?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7434126461854959552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=7434126461854959552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7434126461854959552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7434126461854959552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/wandering-house-like-ive-never-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-8039040446216227557</id><published>2010-01-17T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:30:22.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Hey, I don't have all the answers. In life, to be honest, I've failed as much as I've succeeded. But I love my wife. I love my life. And I wish you, my kind of successes. -Cameron Crowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-8039040446216227557?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8039040446216227557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=8039040446216227557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8039040446216227557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8039040446216227557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-i-dont-have-all-answers.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-4174101505636064825</id><published>2010-01-16T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:12:13.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;I believe in the power of love, and I believe there is always hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;- Naomi Judd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-4174101505636064825?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4174101505636064825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=4174101505636064825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4174101505636064825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4174101505636064825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-believe-in-power-of-love-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-5850912890126350582</id><published>2010-01-16T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:27:00.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love imperfectly.  Keep surprise close at hand.  Make lots of mistakes.  Be willing to live in between right and wrong. -SARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-5850912890126350582?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5850912890126350582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=5850912890126350582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5850912890126350582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5850912890126350582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-imperfectly.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1499111957751598404</id><published>2010-01-15T09:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:04:33.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're trying to fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling, and falling is like this.&lt;br /&gt;-Ani DiFranco, &lt;em&gt;Falling Is Like This&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1499111957751598404?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1499111957751598404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1499111957751598404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1499111957751598404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1499111957751598404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-trying-to-fight-gravity-on-planet.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-7472805783017882542</id><published>2010-01-15T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:58:50.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've always avoided fights. i make jokes instead. i tell people what they want to hear in order to avoid a confrontation. i pretend to want things i don't want, and i pretend not to want things i do want. no one gets hurt. except me. the lines are so crossed and blurred at the point that i don't know what i want. i just know i want it to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;girls' poker night&lt;/em&gt; by jill a davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-7472805783017882542?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7472805783017882542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=7472805783017882542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7472805783017882542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7472805783017882542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-always-avoided-fights.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-411775496282143680</id><published>2010-01-14T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:36:18.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you always said that I was hiding, that I was hiding from you&lt;br /&gt;but you are capable of things I could not do&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you pretended ...&lt;br /&gt;how you pretended to touch me&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I couldn't bring myself to believe ...&lt;br /&gt;I remember wondering, what was wrong? what was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;how could I be so naive?&lt;br /&gt;- ani difranco, &lt;em&gt;letting the telephone ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-411775496282143680?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/411775496282143680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=411775496282143680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/411775496282143680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/411775496282143680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-always-said-that-i-was-hiding-that.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-9147862880318467336</id><published>2010-01-14T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:20:48.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What bugs me is that you believe what you're saying. What bothers me is that you don't know how you feel. What scares me is that while you're telling me stories, you actually believe that they are real.&lt;br /&gt;- Ani DiFranco &lt;em&gt;As Is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-9147862880318467336?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9147862880318467336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=9147862880318467336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/9147862880318467336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/9147862880318467336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-bugs-me-is-that-you-believe-what.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-8254137290980167440</id><published>2010-01-14T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:34:59.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faith is about doing. You are how you act, not just how you believe. -Rev Albert Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-8254137290980167440?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8254137290980167440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=8254137290980167440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8254137290980167440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8254137290980167440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith-is-about-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-3123784756510654054</id><published>2010-01-13T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:37:58.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>punch the clock, head for home&lt;br /&gt;check the phone, just in case&lt;br /&gt;go to bed, dream of you&lt;br /&gt;that's what i'm doing these days.&lt;br /&gt;-Rascal Flatts, &lt;em&gt;These Days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-3123784756510654054?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3123784756510654054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=3123784756510654054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/3123784756510654054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/3123784756510654054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/punch-clock-head-for-home-check-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1763840202801643682</id><published>2010-01-13T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:32:33.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's no secret that I like to get to know people-and not just the outside stuff of their lives.  I like to try to understand the meaning of who people are and what they're saying to me. -Fred Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1763840202801643682?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1763840202801643682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1763840202801643682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1763840202801643682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1763840202801643682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-no-secret-that-i-like-to-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-8493483558280321357</id><published>2010-01-12T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:04:46.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We stood at the altar, repeating our vows for life: For better or worse, forever a husband and wife. Love's not always easy and dreams don't all come true. Why'd you lose your faith in me? I never gave up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Toby Keith, &lt;em&gt;You Don't Anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-8493483558280321357?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8493483558280321357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=8493483558280321357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8493483558280321357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8493483558280321357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-stood-at-altar-repeating-our-vows.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6065830076117603483</id><published>2010-01-11T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:18:46.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’d sail away, I’d see the world, I’d reach the farthest reaches&lt;br /&gt;I’d feel the wind, I’d taste the salt and sea.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe storm some beaches.&lt;br /&gt;That’s who I’d be. That’s who I’d be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Who I'd Be&lt;/em&gt;, Shrek the Musical&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6065830076117603483?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6065830076117603483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=6065830076117603483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6065830076117603483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6065830076117603483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/id-sail-away-id-see-world-id-reach.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-3616207228737747898</id><published>2010-01-11T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:03:02.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll always kiss you like kissing you is all I am allowed to do. -Tyler Knott Gregson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-3616207228737747898?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3616207228737747898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=3616207228737747898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/3616207228737747898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/3616207228737747898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-always-kiss-you-like-kissing-you-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-65519750950815314</id><published>2010-01-11T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:54:48.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is a difficult assignment. We are fragile creatures, expected to function at high rates of speed, and asked to accomplish great and small things each day. These daily activities take enormous amounts of energy. Most things are out of our control. We are surrounded by danger, frustration, grief, and insanity as well as love, hope, ecstasy, and wonder. Being fully human is an exercise in humility, suffering, grace, and great humor. Things and people all around us die, get broken, or are lost. There is no safety or guarantees.-SARK, Make Your Creative Dreams Real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-65519750950815314?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/65519750950815314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=65519750950815314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/65519750950815314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/65519750950815314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-difficult-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-785216416501555717</id><published>2010-01-08T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:56:53.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's cold where you're going&lt;br /&gt;i hope that your hearts always warm&lt;br /&gt;-Dashboard Confessional, &lt;em&gt;So Long Sweet Summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-785216416501555717?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/785216416501555717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=785216416501555717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/785216416501555717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/785216416501555717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-cold-where-youre-going-i-hope-that.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-7809459953249203741</id><published>2010-01-07T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:13:31.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like time itself moves more slowly when you're in the presence of people who actually see and hear you. There's a certain weight to a moment that never comes when you feel invisible. -Merrill Markoe, Walking In Circles Before Lying Down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-7809459953249203741?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7809459953249203741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=7809459953249203741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7809459953249203741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7809459953249203741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-seems-like-time-itself-moves-more.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-4633241006124282725</id><published>2010-01-07T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:12:33.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me&lt;br /&gt;-Oasis, &lt;em&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-4633241006124282725?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4633241006124282725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=4633241006124282725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4633241006124282725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4633241006124282725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-are-many-things-that-i-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6942219347806434952</id><published>2010-01-06T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:31:53.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We need to help people to discover the true meaning of love.  Love is generally confused with dependence.  Those of us who have grown in true love know that we can love only in proportion to our capacity for independence. -Fred Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6942219347806434952?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6942219347806434952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=6942219347806434952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6942219347806434952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6942219347806434952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-need-to-help-people-to-discover-true.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-5477802221059362517</id><published>2010-01-05T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:20:36.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Any place you love is the world to you, but love is not fashionable anymore, the poets have killed it. They wrote so much about it that nobody believed them, and I am not surprised. True love suffers, and is silent.&lt;br /&gt;-Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-5477802221059362517?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5477802221059362517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=5477802221059362517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5477802221059362517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5477802221059362517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/any-place-you-love-is-world-to-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-875428110289181642</id><published>2010-01-05T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:15:19.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss him. All the time, I miss him. It's not waves; it's constant.  All the time.&lt;br /&gt;- Grey's Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-875428110289181642?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/875428110289181642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=875428110289181642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/875428110289181642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/875428110289181642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-him.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1228884948677821054</id><published>2010-01-04T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:23:21.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont know what I want, So don't ask me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause I'm still trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to see through the rain coming down.&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor Swift, &lt;em&gt;A Place in this World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1228884948677821054?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1228884948677821054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1228884948677821054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1228884948677821054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1228884948677821054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know-what-i-want-so-dont-ask-me.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1772066152935969136</id><published>2010-01-04T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T07:44:20.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:                               it is the time for home. -Edith Sitwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1772066152935969136?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1772066152935969136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1772066152935969136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1772066152935969136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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liar&lt;br /&gt;-Regina Specktor, &lt;em&gt;Two Birds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1128476663316041579?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1128476663316041579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1128476663316041579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1128476663316041579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1128476663316041579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Vreeland&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1815015378168897533?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1815015378168897533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1815015378168897533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1815015378168897533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1815015378168897533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-dress-doesnt-get-you-anywhere-its.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-3547055397547526988</id><published>2010-01-02T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:42:37.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.&lt;br /&gt;- Ani DiFranco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-3547055397547526988?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3547055397547526988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=3547055397547526988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/3547055397547526988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/3547055397547526988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-beauty-is-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-322519645972607915</id><published>2010-01-02T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:54:12.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;There's no such thing as steady ground, that's why the buddy system exists. It's important to find people you can trust, someone you know will pull you out of whatever hole you fall into. You can throw a line out to anyone but it's up to them to catch it and hold on. In the end you have to let yourself be tied to someone else, it's the only way we'll make it. –Men in Trees&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-322519645972607915?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/322519645972607915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=322519645972607915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/322519645972607915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/322519645972607915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-no-such-thing-as-steady-ground.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-222732778043813282</id><published>2009-12-31T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:39:40.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's it. All right, so maybe not "it" it. Not necessarily Ms. Right, but closer to Ms. Right - up - there - with - Anna - Kournikova - and - Lizzie - McGuire - on - your - list - of - people - you'd - give - anything - to - be - stranded - with - on - a - broken - down - elevator. But it's about more than that. When is it ever about more than that? Never. Not like frilly white dress, overpriced catering, embarrassing drunk in-laws more, but closer to UMass sweatpants, two D.P. Dough Roni Zonies, a futon and a movie you have no interest in seeing more. But she doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;The Daily Collegian at UMASS, written by Matt Brochu in 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-222732778043813282?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/222732778043813282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=222732778043813282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/222732778043813282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/222732778043813282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/shes-it.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6641053099975260506</id><published>2009-12-31T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:31:20.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Marie if you would stay then we could stick pins in the map&lt;br /&gt;Of all the places where you thought that love would be found&lt;br /&gt;But I would only need one pin to show where my heart's at&lt;br /&gt;In a top secret location three hundred feet under the ground&lt;br /&gt;- Josh Ritter, &lt;em&gt;The Temptation of Adam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6641053099975260506?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6641053099975260506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=6641053099975260506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6641053099975260506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6641053099975260506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-marie-if-you-would-stay-then-we.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-4007016375661712489</id><published>2009-12-31T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:25:17.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We both stopped talking. Part of his sleeve was touching my arm; I don't know if he knew. Then everything started to seem perfect for some reason. The feel of his shirt against my elbow, the fact that I still had an elbow... It was the perfect moment for him to kiss me, for him to anything me.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;My So-Called Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-4007016375661712489?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4007016375661712489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=4007016375661712489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4007016375661712489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4007016375661712489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-both-stopped-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6143464758157618799</id><published>2009-12-30T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:48:14.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;But you're a writer. You can describe anything. That's what you do: pictures to words, events to words, words to even better words. But nothing seems right. More like you're afraid that if you stare at her for too long, you'll prove your parents right: that yes, your face will stick that way. But you wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;The Daily Collegian at UMASS, written by Matt Brochu in 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6143464758157618799?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6143464758157618799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=6143464758157618799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6143464758157618799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6143464758157618799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-youre-writer.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-8939074663684147309</id><published>2009-12-30T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:12:24.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't have to take life the way it comes to you. You can design your life to come to you the way you want it. -Dan Zadra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-8939074663684147309?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8939074663684147309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=8939074663684147309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8939074663684147309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8939074663684147309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-dont-have-to-take-life-way-it-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-7434179175736712858</id><published>2009-12-30T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:10:22.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their                               presence. -David Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-7434179175736712858?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7434179175736712858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=7434179175736712858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7434179175736712858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7434179175736712858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-its-form-of-love-just-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-5793758209602115990</id><published>2009-12-29T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:56:14.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know you are waiting&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it is not for me&lt;br /&gt;i'm here and i'm ready&lt;br /&gt;and i saved you the passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;-josh ritter, &lt;em&gt;kathleen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-5793758209602115990?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-7530556900597030685</id><published>2009-12-29T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T07:00:12.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You save yourself or you remain unsaved.&lt;br /&gt;— Alice Sebold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-7530556900597030685?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7530556900597030685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-730650625907673270</id><published>2009-12-28T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T06:51:19.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can he really love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn, to be on fire, all full of passion... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-730650625907673270?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/730650625907673270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=730650625907673270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/730650625907673270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/730650625907673270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-he-really-love-her-can-soul-really.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-4919868630888430101</id><published>2009-12-27T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:28:58.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we're alone. -Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-4919868630888430101?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4919868630888430101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=4919868630888430101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4919868630888430101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4919868630888430101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-time-we-waste-is-time-we-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-9203325339896906774</id><published>2009-12-25T21:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:50:22.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Life is never made unbearable by circumstances, but only by lack of meaning and purpose. -Viktor Frankl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-9203325339896906774?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9203325339896906774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=9203325339896906774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/9203325339896906774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/9203325339896906774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-never-made-unbearable-by.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-632623466067805028</id><published>2009-12-24T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:00:52.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Not so much two ships passing in the night as two ships sailing together for a time but always bound for different ports. -P.D. James, The Lighthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-632623466067805028?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/632623466067805028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=632623466067805028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/632623466067805028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/632623466067805028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-so-much-two-ships-passing-in-night.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-136799079632793182</id><published>2009-12-23T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:02:11.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In another time, in another place all things might have been in place. But for now I'm finding myself right here standing on a rooftop screaming. "Hey world are you listening... listening to me?" I'm here and I'm hurting to begin again.&lt;br /&gt;-Alkaline Trio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-136799079632793182?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/136799079632793182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=136799079632793182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/136799079632793182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/136799079632793182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-another-time-in-another-place-all.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-9082530738062543854</id><published>2009-12-22T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:13:47.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love was action. It came to you. It was not a choice.&lt;br /&gt;— Ann Patchett, &lt;em&gt;Bel Canto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-9082530738062543854?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9082530738062543854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=9082530738062543854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/9082530738062543854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/9082530738062543854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-was-action.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-2620315574909535464</id><published>2009-12-21T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:38:14.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it. -Miranda July, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No One Belongs Here More Than You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-2620315574909535464?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2620315574909535464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=2620315574909535464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2620315574909535464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2620315574909535464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-day-i-carried-dream-around-like.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-2880215671590167658</id><published>2009-12-21T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:18:31.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He seemed to be waiting for me to move forward. Weren't we all.&lt;br /&gt;— Miranda July, &lt;em&gt;No One Belongs Here More Than You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-2880215671590167658?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2880215671590167658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=2880215671590167658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2880215671590167658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2880215671590167658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-seemed-to-be-waiting-for-me-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6057764840384757740</id><published>2009-12-20T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:50:46.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's never enough&lt;div&gt;to stay still and hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to break loose and run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the taste of you, wild on my tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i no good to you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-matt nathanson, &lt;i&gt;falling apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6057764840384757740?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6057764840384757740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=6057764840384757740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6057764840384757740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6057764840384757740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-never-enough-to-stay-still-and-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-2756093300463861637</id><published>2009-12-20T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:29:01.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. -J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-2756093300463861637?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2756093300463861637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=2756093300463861637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2756093300463861637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2756093300463861637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-most-terrific-liar-you-ever-saw-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-653786353302081970</id><published>2009-12-18T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:58:07.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is what you've been through with somebody.&lt;div&gt;-James Thurber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-653786353302081970?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/653786353302081970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=653786353302081970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/653786353302081970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/653786353302081970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-what-youve-been-through-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-3625857098792800800</id><published>2009-12-18T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:30:33.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I turned on the radio and found a station playing "Hey Jude." It was true, I didn't want to make it bad. I wanted to make it better. It's just that I didn't know how.&lt;br /&gt;-Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud &amp;amp; Incredibly Close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-3625857098792800800?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3625857098792800800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=3625857098792800800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/3625857098792800800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/3625857098792800800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-turned-on-radio-and-found-station.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1235167795236725798</id><published>2009-12-17T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:08:30.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase. -Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1235167795236725798?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1235167795236725798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1235167795236725798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1235167795236725798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1235167795236725798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/faith-is-taking-first-step-even-when.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-3910879071546881481</id><published>2009-12-17T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:04:13.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His words are like the sound of a needle dragging across a record. A sinking, sickening feeling washes over me. This is why you should never get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So when the whole things spills, you arent' as devastated.&lt;br /&gt;-Emily Giffin, &lt;em&gt;Something Borrowed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-3910879071546881481?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3910879071546881481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=3910879071546881481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/3910879071546881481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/3910879071546881481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/his-words-are-like-sound-of-needle.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-9182345002298764973</id><published>2009-12-16T13:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:23:37.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Write every day, line by line, page by page, hour by hour. Do this despite fear. For above all else, beyond imagination and skill, what the world asks of you is courage, courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure. As you follow the quest for stories told with meaning and beauty, study thoughtfully but write boldly. -Robert McKee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-9182345002298764973?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9182345002298764973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=9182345002298764973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/9182345002298764973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/9182345002298764973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/write-every-day-line-by-line-page-by.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-2136840956630024917</id><published>2009-12-16T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:15:16.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go then, there are other worlds than these.&lt;br /&gt;— Stephen King, The Gunslinger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-2136840956630024917?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-4424447235991666619</id><published>2009-12-15T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:53:30.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If that's all you will be, you'll be a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;You've dreamed a thousand dreams, none seem to stick in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Two points for honesty&lt;br /&gt;It must make you sad to know that nobody cares at all&lt;br /&gt;- Guster, Two Points for Honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-4424447235991666619?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-4475943461534506049</id><published>2009-12-15T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:50:55.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We're cleaning the windows between us two&lt;br /&gt;Funny, you do it once, and then again, and pretty soon&lt;br /&gt;The fingerprints and dust...&lt;br /&gt;But I've begun to trust the view here&lt;br /&gt;- The Weepies, Slow Pony Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-4475943461534506049?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-8304051086572586590</id><published>2009-12-14T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:10:02.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But don't you think that it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life? -Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-8304051086572586590?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8304051086572586590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-8897842942973339815</id><published>2009-12-14T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:59:24.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Real integrity is doing the right thing knowing that nobody is going to know whether you did it or not. &lt;br /&gt;–Oprah Winfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-8897842942973339815?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8897842942973339815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-2511684273420284500</id><published>2009-12-10T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:20:09.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves. -Victor Frankl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-2511684273420284500?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2511684273420284500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=2511684273420284500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2511684273420284500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2511684273420284500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-we-are-no-longer-able-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6340629702574180820</id><published>2009-12-10T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:03:27.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've looked around enough to know that you're the one I want to go through time with.&lt;br /&gt;-Jim Croce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6340629702574180820?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6340629702574180820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6615885830278986830</id><published>2009-12-08T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:41:29.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other. -Rainer Maria Rilke, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letters to a Young Poet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6615885830278986830?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-282456238665867762</id><published>2009-12-08T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:44:29.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain and that didn't matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen Chbosky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-282456238665867762?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/282456238665867762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=282456238665867762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/282456238665867762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/282456238665867762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-realized-at-that-moment-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1288097525021079560</id><published>2009-12-07T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:41:49.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes love isn't firecrackers. Sometimes love just comes softly.&lt;br /&gt;- Love Comes Softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1288097525021079560?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1288097525021079560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1288097525021079560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1288097525021079560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1288097525021079560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-love-isnt-firecrackers.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-7418496922573685933</id><published>2009-12-06T17:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:58:56.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>half of my heart's got a grip on the situation&lt;div&gt;half of my heart takes time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- john mayer,&lt;i&gt; half of my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-7418496922573685933?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7418496922573685933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=7418496922573685933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7418496922573685933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7418496922573685933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-of-my-hearts-got-grip-on-situation.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-8213826531010772433</id><published>2009-12-06T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:00:09.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my old life, I longed for someone to see what was special in me. You did, and for that, you'll always be in my heart. But what I really needed was for me to see it. And now I do. You're a good man, Tom. But you live in a world that has no place for someone like me. -Catwoman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-8213826531010772433?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8213826531010772433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=8213826531010772433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8213826531010772433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8213826531010772433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-my-old-life-i-longed-for-someone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-2690122310691453369</id><published>2009-12-05T16:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:54:44.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;You were there when I needed you without me even having to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;- Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-2690122310691453369?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2690122310691453369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=2690122310691453369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2690122310691453369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2690122310691453369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-were-there-when-i-needed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6515779208043041798</id><published>2009-12-04T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:55:26.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know he's watching me; I can see him through the cracks. His eyes are small and shy on my back.&lt;br /&gt;- Ani Difranco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;4th of July&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6515779208043041798?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6515779208043041798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=6515779208043041798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6515779208043041798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6515779208043041798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-hes-watching-me-i-can-see-him.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6564102176466167049</id><published>2009-12-04T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T06:05:47.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A good friend is a connection to life―a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world. -Lois Wyse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6564102176466167049?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6564102176466167049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=6564102176466167049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6564102176466167049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6564102176466167049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-friend-is-connection-to-lifea-tie.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-4551276028278091609</id><published>2009-12-03T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:56:56.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'd rather spend the rest of my life cooking for one than being with someone who can do without me.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Everwood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-4551276028278091609?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4551276028278091609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=4551276028278091609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4551276028278091609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4551276028278091609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-rather-spend-rest-of-my-life-cooking.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-612339093338013062</id><published>2009-12-02T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:43:45.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Every dreamer knows that its entirely possible to be homesick for a place you've never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Judith Thurman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-612339093338013062?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/612339093338013062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=612339093338013062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/612339093338013062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/612339093338013062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-dreamer-knows-that-its-entirely.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-4038694327372725245</id><published>2009-12-02T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:53:07.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Jack Kerouac, &lt;em&gt;The Dharma Bums&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-4038694327372725245?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4038694327372725245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=4038694327372725245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4038694327372725245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4038694327372725245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-felt-like-lying-down-by-side-of-trail.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6344562329489430570</id><published>2009-12-01T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:55:57.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every time she does something that tells you she's no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and surprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that she's not for you.-The Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6344562329489430570?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6344562329489430570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=6344562329489430570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6344562329489430570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6344562329489430570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-time-she-does-something-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1672956626153042603</id><published>2009-12-01T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:56:42.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;-Oscar Wilde &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1672956626153042603?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1672956626153042603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1672956626153042603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1672956626153042603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1672956626153042603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/experience-is-name-everyone-gives-to.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1600673395519825353</id><published>2009-11-30T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:20:24.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives.&lt;br /&gt;-The Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1600673395519825353?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1600673395519825353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1600673395519825353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1600673395519825353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1600673395519825353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-suppose-i-think-about-love-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-767743204781171804</id><published>2009-11-30T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:34:53.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with. &lt;br /&gt;-Juno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-767743204781171804?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/767743204781171804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=767743204781171804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/767743204781171804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/767743204781171804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-my-opinion-best-thing-you-can-do-is.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-8258116090022225771</id><published>2009-11-30T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:14:42.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved. -Shana Abe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-8258116090022225771?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8258116090022225771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=8258116090022225771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8258116090022225771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8258116090022225771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-heard-what-you-said.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-5894383281155069958</id><published>2009-11-29T14:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:08:24.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return. -Maya Angelou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-5894383281155069958?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5894383281155069958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=5894383281155069958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5894383281155069958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5894383281155069958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-great-hope-is-to-laugh-as-much-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-4204433912961950058</id><published>2009-11-28T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:36:53.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If a dude isn't calling you when he says he will, or making sure you know that he's dating you, then you already have your answer. Stop making excuses for him; his actions are screaming the truth: he's just not that into you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He's just not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-4204433912961950058?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4204433912961950058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=4204433912961950058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4204433912961950058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4204433912961950058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-dude-isnt-calling-you-when-he-says.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-5516530283828792249</id><published>2009-11-27T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:30:06.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by; the chance that you might love me, too. You give your hand to me, and then you say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;- Jann Arden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-5516530283828792249?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5516530283828792249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=5516530283828792249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5516530283828792249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5516530283828792249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/afraid-and-shy-i-let-my-chance-go-by.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-8862721584794432452</id><published>2009-11-26T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:35:53.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane. John Green, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking for Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-8862721584794432452?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8862721584794432452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=8862721584794432452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8862721584794432452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/8862721584794432452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanted-so-badly-to-lie-down-next-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-35896679741057127</id><published>2009-11-26T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:17:02.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons. -Stephen Chbosky, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22628.The_Perks_of_Being_a_Wallflower" class="bookTitleRegular"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-35896679741057127?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/35896679741057127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=35896679741057127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/35896679741057127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/35896679741057127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-nothing-like-deep-breaths-after.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1522773506564121087</id><published>2009-11-26T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:37:37.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In some ways we grow up. We have families, we get married, divorced, but for the most part, we still have the same problems that we did when we were fifteen. No matter how much we grow taller, grow older, we are still forever stumbling, forever wondering, forever young.&lt;br /&gt;-Grey's Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1522773506564121087?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1522773506564121087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1522773506564121087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1522773506564121087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1522773506564121087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-some-ways-we-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-2188708683727609163</id><published>2009-11-25T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:29:19.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. -Henri J. M. Nouwen, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/837601.The_Road_to_Daybreak_A_Spiritual_Journey" class="bookTitleRegular"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-2188708683727609163?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2188708683727609163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=2188708683727609163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2188708683727609163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2188708683727609163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-we-honestly-ask-ourselves-which.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1084508857065883237</id><published>2009-11-24T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:03:02.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. -Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1084508857065883237?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1084508857065883237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1084508857065883237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1084508857065883237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1084508857065883237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/perhaps-all-dragons-in-our-lives-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-319640335480882451</id><published>2009-11-24T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:45:41.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sure, she’s pretty, but it’s about more than that. You two connect. Anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. You figured out what’s going on in that predictable head of hers in under five minutes, but something tells you her heart would take about five years.&lt;br /&gt;- What She Doesn’t Know Will Kill You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-319640335480882451?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/319640335480882451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=319640335480882451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/319640335480882451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/319640335480882451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/sure-shes-pretty-but-its-about-more.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-2678822716067335223</id><published>2009-11-23T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:25:05.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not that some people have willpower and some don't.  It's that some people are ready to change and others are not. -James Gordon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-2678822716067335223?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2678822716067335223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=2678822716067335223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2678822716067335223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2678822716067335223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-that-some-people-have-willpower.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1619762760363198838</id><published>2009-11-23T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:59:06.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;It's a Wonderful Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1619762760363198838?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1619762760363198838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1619762760363198838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1619762760363198838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1619762760363198838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-it-you-want-mary-what-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1834754715098307930</id><published>2009-11-22T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:17:12.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've ever looked for in another person. . . . But I had to say it. I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And if we never speak again, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me. -Chasing Amy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1834754715098307930?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1834754715098307930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1834754715098307930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1834754715098307930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1834754715098307930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-4391455799099925575</id><published>2009-11-21T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:41:42.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.  -Frederick E. Perl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-4391455799099925575?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4391455799099925575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=4391455799099925575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4391455799099925575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/4391455799099925575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-do-my-thing-and-you-do-your-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-2715895258568598644</id><published>2009-11-21T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:39:58.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And what happens if the person you're supposed to be with never appears, or she does, and you're too distracted to notice? -Ever After&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-2715895258568598644?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2715895258568598644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=2715895258568598644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2715895258568598644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2715895258568598644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-what-happens-if-person-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-5894714126483236393</id><published>2009-11-20T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:10:04.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. -The Wonder Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-5894714126483236393?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5894714126483236393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=5894714126483236393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5894714126483236393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/5894714126483236393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/memory-is-way-of-holding-onto-things.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6839081307708183039</id><published>2009-11-20T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:33:50.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for those of us who try to keep remembering,&lt;br /&gt;try to do our better than our best.&lt;br /&gt;think of all the children in the drifts of snow.&lt;br /&gt;winners never quit, but winters never rest.&lt;br /&gt;- she &amp;amp; him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6839081307708183039?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6839081307708183039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=6839081307708183039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6839081307708183039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6839081307708183039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-those-of-us-who-try-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-7514198607866844627</id><published>2009-11-19T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:36:32.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-7514198607866844627?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7514198607866844627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=7514198607866844627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7514198607866844627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/7514198607866844627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/lilve-in-sunshine-swim-sea-drink-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-963487644766503003</id><published>2009-11-18T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:01:37.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?&lt;br /&gt;-Jon Krakauer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-963487644766503003?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/963487644766503003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=963487644766503003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/963487644766503003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/963487644766503003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-if-i-were-smiling-and-running-into.html' title=''/><author><name>sr.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168149265574364830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NDmED0xyTQ/So1kUTKpNoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0d80MeA7ZY/S220/love-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-2420380664080947441</id><published>2009-11-18T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:40:06.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Alone people don't like to hear about the together people...It's just sort of mean. It's sort of like bringing a 6-pack to an AA meeting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;- Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-2420380664080947441?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2420380664080947441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=2420380664080947441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2420380664080947441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/2420380664080947441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/alone-people-dont-like-to-hear-about.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-6157229127818985878</id><published>2009-11-17T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:16:33.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love--the loving of things whose existence she didn't care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exit.&lt;br /&gt;- Jonathan Safran Foer, &lt;em&gt;Everything is Illuminated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-6157229127818985878?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6157229127818985878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=6157229127818985878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6157229127818985878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/6157229127818985878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-she-had-to-satisfy-herself-with-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819890537507296420.post-1231139518338705088</id><published>2009-11-16T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:03:10.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you don't leap, you'll never know what it's like to fly.&lt;br /&gt;-Guy Finley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819890537507296420-1231139518338705088?l=insignificantmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1231139518338705088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819890537507296420&amp;postID=1231139518338705088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1231139518338705088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819890537507296420/posts/default/1231139518338705088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insignificantmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-dont-leap-youll-never-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08526700620766507122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKRJHN7f0I/Sotw889_bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJNoI-6BzXs/S220/via+ffffound-flickr.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
