The way is not in the sky, the way is in the Heart.
BuddhaDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 483 v. Chr.) Zur Autorenbiographie
Life is like trying to swim on a stormy day. Most of the time you just fight the waves and try to breath, but the brief moments where things calm down you look at the sky and see the beautiful rays of sunlight escaping the clouds. And that is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. And it just makes you think "One more time. One more fight". Because this is worth it.
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.
Khalil GibranDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 10. April 1931) Zur Autorenbiographie
Wenn eine Regierung das Trinken von Wasser verbieten würde, wäre das Wasser beliebter als Whisky.
Oscar WildeDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 30. November 1900) Zur Autorenbiographie
I shot for the sky. I'm stuck on the ground. So why do I try, I know I'm gonna to fall down. I thought I could fly, so why did I drown? Never know why it's coming down, down, down.
Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.
Leonardo da VinciDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 2. Mai 1519)
When I look up at that blue sky, it will bring me to wherever you are. As long as I keep flying and never give up. I will definitely see you again. The summer that we spent together will definitly come again.
The sky isn't always blue the sun doesn't always shine it's alright to fall apart sometimes I am not always yours and you are not always mine it's alright to fall apart sometimes.
Like a kit will never forget how to fly, like this kit will stay colorful though it's grounded that's how I'll never forget you that's how our love will stay beautiful even though we fall from the sky. And nobody will ever be able to steal the memory of our flight.
You ever read the Bible? I read it one time. I was eight years old. My daddy had just got hisself killed over a shot of whisky and my mama said we were going back East to start over. So, she gave me a Bible, sat me down at the train station, told me to read it. She was gonna get our tickets. Well, I did what she said. I read das Bible from cover to cover. Took me three days. She never came back.
The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? The land? The idea is strange to us. Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, all are holy in memory and experience of my people. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. Each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. If we sell our land, you must never forget that it is sacred.
Seattle, Chief of the DuwamishDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist
