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.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
Vincent Van GoghDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 29. Juli 1890) Zur Autorenbiographie
Diogenes von SinopeDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 323 v. Chr.) Zur Autorenbiographie
That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.
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.
As we stand there, it hits me how quickly everything changes - how life is like peering into a kaleidoscope, and just as you're looking at a gorgeous pattern you think you'd maybe even like to keep around forever, the colors morph into something completely different, and there's not getting back to that first pattern. No matter how much you'd like to see it again.
Race prejudice is not only a shadow over the colored – it is a shadow over all of us, and the shadow is darkest over those who feel it least and allow its evil effects to go on.
