Your choice is not about going back to the way things were. Your choice is about hiding, or about going right to the heart of the thing that scares you.
Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness. For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is stable.
Khalil GibranDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 10. April 1931) Zur Autorenbiographie
You fall in order to get back up. You get up to face the next challenge. You face the next challenge to become stronger. You become stronger to become independent. You become independent to overthrow. You overthrow to conquer life. You conquer life to become the one that stands above. You become the one that stands above to only be ready to bring up those who conquer life.
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.
Would you dance If I asked you to dance? Would you run And never look back? Would you cry If you saw me crying? And would you save my soul tonight?
Would you tremble If I touched your lips? Would you laugh, Oh please tell me this? Now would you die For the one you love? And hold me in your arms tonight?
Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.
Wie steifleinen, wie hausbacken, wie selbstsüchtig, wie eng, wie englisch!
Heinrich HeineDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 17. Februar 1856) Zur Autorenbiographie
Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
When you slow down, step back a moment an put things in perspective, you can than move on with more efficiency. It only takes a moment to adapt and control how you respond.