Pic of the Day

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Pic of the Day: “All the best memories are hers.” (5th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “I’ve got this, what, ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps. I hate pills. Very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I’m using the word ‘hate’ here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never… all right, well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.” “I don’t quite get how that’s a compliment for me.” “You make me want to be a better man.” “That’s maybe the best compliment of my life.” “Well, maybe I overshot a little, because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out.” (25th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “Dear Basketball, from the moment I started rolling my dad’s tube socks and shooting imaginary game-winning shots in the Great Western Forum, I knew one thing was real: I fell in love with you. A love so deep I gave you my all, from my mind & body to my spirit & soul. As a six-year-old boy, deeply in love with you, I never saw the end of the tunnel. I only saw myself running out of one. And so I ran. I ran up and down every court. After every loose ball for you. You asked for my hustle. I gave you my heart. Because it came with so much more. I played through the sweat and hurt. Not because challenge called me. But because YOU called me. I did everything for YOU. Because that’s what you do. When someone makes you feel as alive as you’ve made me feel. You gave a six-year-old boy his Laker dream. And I’ll always love you for it. But I can’t love you obsessively for much longer. This season is all I have left to give. My heart can take the pounding. My mind can handle the grind. But my body knows it’s time to say goodbye. And that’s OK. I’m ready to let you go. I want you to know now. So we both can savor every moment we have left together. The good and the bad. We have given each other all that we have. And we both know, no matter what I do next, I’ll always be that kid with the rolled up socks. Garbage can in the corner. :05 seconds on the clock. Ball in my hands. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1. Love you always, Kobe.” (5th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “How tragic that man can never realize how beautiful life is until he is face to face with death.” (70th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: ♫ “Phantom faces at the window / Phantom shadows on the floor / Empty chairs at empty tables / Where my friends will meet no more / Oh my friends, my friends / Don’t ask me what your sacrifice was for / Empty chairs at empty tables / Where my friends will sing no more.” ♫ (10th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day (95th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “Now Mr. Prentice, clearly a most reasonable man, says he has no wish to offend me but wants to know if I’m some kind of a nut. And Mrs. Prentice says that like her husband I’m a burned-out old shell of a man who cannot even remember what it’s like to love a woman the way her son loves my daughter. And strange as it seems, that’s the first statement made to me all day with which I am prepared to take issue. ‘Cause I think you’re wrong, you’re as wrong as you can be. I admit that I hadn’t considered it, hadn’t even thought about it, but I know exactly how he feels about her and there is nothing, absolutely nothing that you son feels for my daughter that I didn’t feel for Christina. Old, yes. Burned-out, certainly. But I can tell you the memories are still there. Clear, intact, indestructible, and they’ll be there if I live to be 110. Where John made his mistake I think was in attaching so much importance to what her mother and I might think. Because in the final analysis it doesn’t matter a damn what we think. The only thing that matters is what they feel, and how much they feel, for each other. And if it’s half of what we felt, that’s everything.” (55th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls.” (25th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: ♫ “What is that? / It’s priest / Have a little priest / Is it really good? / Sir, it’s too good, at least / Then again, they don’t commit sins of the flesh / So it’s pretty fresh / Awful lot of fat / Only where it sat / Haven’t you got poet or something like that? / No, you see the trouble with poet is how do you know it’s deceased? / Try the priest.” ♫ (15th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day (25th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “Let’s put it on.” “Put what on?” “The last suit you’ll ever wear.” (25th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “So what does that give you?” “Doesn’t give me anything. But along with these other results, it gives you just about the most twisted, anti-social bunch of psychopathic deformities I have ever run into! And the worst, the most dangerous of the bunch, is Maggott. You’ve got one religious maniac, one malignant dwarf, two near-idiots… and the rest I don’t even wanna think about!” “Well, I can’t think of a better way to fight a war.” “These people don’t know their enemy is the Germans. They think the enemy is their own United States Army!” “Maybe that’s because the Germans haven’t done anything to them yet.” (55th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “If I told you about her, what would I say? That they lived happily ever after? I believe they did. That they were in love? That they remained in love? I’m sure that’s true. But when I think of her – of Elisa – the only thing that comes to mind is a poem, whispered by someone in love, hundreds of years ago: ‘Unable to perceive the shape of You, I find You all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with Your love, It humbles my heart, For You are everywhere’.” (5th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: ♫ “The sun’ll come out tomorrow / Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow / There’ll be sun / Just thinkin’ about tomorrow / Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow / ‘Til there’s none / When I’m stuck a with day that’s gray and lonely / I just stick out my chin and grin, and say, oh / The sun’ll come out tomorrow / So you gotta hang on ’til tomorrow / Come what may / Tomorrow, tomorrow / I love ya tomorrow / You’re always a day away.” ♫ (40th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “Hello Sidney.” (25th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “I thought of that old joke, y’know, the, this… this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, ‘Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken’. And, uh, the doctor says, ‘Well, why don’t you turn him in?’ The guy says, ‘I would, but I need the eggs’. Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y’know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and… but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us… need the eggs.” (45th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “Yes. I saw him. I saw him with my own eyes.” (15th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “I thought you came up here to have a nervous breakdown.” “Well, I’ve decided not to have one… if it’s all the same to you.” (80th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: ♫ “Oh, I come from a land, from a faraway place / Where the caravan camels roam / Where it’s flat and immense and the heat is intense / It’s barbaric, but hey, it’s home / When the wind’s from the east and the sun’s from the west / And the sand in the glass is right / Come on down, stop on by, hop a carpet and fly / To another Arabian night.” ♫ (30th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “You mean, all this time we could’ve been friends?” (60th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “Ha! I could just see Little and Large prancing around Sheffield with their widges hanging out. Now that would be worth 10 quid.” (25th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “I’m glad it’s you.” (20th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “He’s a natural born world-shaker.” (55th Anniversary)


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Pic of the Day: “Now, you’re in the sunken place.” (5th Anniversary)