This, I'm afraid, is the end of my journey. It's alright old friend. In the end what matters isn't how long we lived, but how fully we lived. The good we've done, the friends we've made, the love we shared along the way. It's the Journey, Remeber that.
Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.
Mark TwainDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 21. April 1910) Zur Autorenbiographie
How do you let someone go? How do you understand that's alright, that everything changes? How do you find a way for that to make you feel good about life, instead of breaking your heart? The hardest thing you'll ever learn is how to say goodbye.
I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind I hate you so much It makes me sick It even makes me rhyme I hate the way you're always right I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh Even worse when you make me cry I hate it when you're not around And the fact you didn't call But mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you Not even close Not even a little bit Not even at all
The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.
The truth is, I'm one of those few people who actually cares when I ask "What's wrong?" The only problem is that usually I have no idea what to say afterwards or how to make it better. I try not to use phrases like "That sucks" or "I'm sorry", but I still can never find the right words to say. But I promise, I'll always listen. I guess that's all I can do.
And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life, it's like I just stepped outside, when everything was going right. And I know just why you could not come along with me, 'cause this was not your dream, but you always believed in me.
Don't tell me who I should be And don't try to tell me what's right for me Don't tell me what I should do I don't want to waste my time I'll watch you fade away
You look so innocent but the guilt in your voice gives you away you know what I mean How does it feel when you kiss when you know that I trust you? And do you think about me when he fucks you? Could you be more obscene? So don't try to say you're sorry Or try to make it right Don't waste your breath because it's too late
Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from our mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way of life.
I do get a sense sometimes now among certain young people, and this is accelerated by social media, there is this sense sometimes of: "The way of me making change is to be as judgmental as possible about other people - and that’s enough." Like, if I tweet or hashtag about how you didn’t do something right or used the wrong verb, then I can sit back and feel pretty good about myself, cause, "Man, you see how woke I was, I called you out!' [...] That’s not activism. That’s not bringing about change. You know, if all you’re doing is casting stones, you’re probably not going to get that far. That’s easy to do.
People like to examine the things that frighten them, to look at them and give them names, so saints look for God, and scientists look for evidence. They're both just trying to take away the mystery, to take away the fear.
No matter how little power, it can be used in some way. We might be useless, but at some point, we might turn out useful too. Keep watching, don't get distracted. If the right time comes, even a little power could change the future of the world. That's why we must always be focused and not let that moment slip away.
You're going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it's always their actions you should judge them by. It's actions, not words, that matter.
You have your way. I have my way. As for the rightway, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
Friedrich NietzscheDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 25. August 1900) Zur Autorenbiographie
