The brightness of the sun will give me just enough to bury my lovein the moondust I long to hear your voice but still I made the choice to bury my lovein the moondust
Memories... Memories blur into dreams Light bleeds into truth Everything unforgiving Everything becoming hollow Loneliness consumes And there is no way back The places you played The places you called home The people you thought you loved All of them Reduced to a memory of another life Life you never lived All the yesterdays that can't form a tomorrow All the tomorrows That never came from yesterday A new beginning Because forever Is never forever.
I love music. For me, music is morning coffee. It's mood medicine. It's pure magic. A good song is like a good meal - I just want to inhale it and than share a bite with someone else.
In the end only three things matter: How much you loved, how gently you lived and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
BuddhaDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 483 v. Chr.) Zur Autorenbiographie
You fall, you rise, you make mistakes, you live, you learn. You're human, not perfect. You've been hurt, but you're alive. Think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy and to chase the things you love. Sometimes there is sadness in our journey, but there is also lots of beauty. We must keep putting one foot in front of the other even when we hurt, for we will never know what is waiting for us behind the bend.
There's one sad truth in life I've found While journeying east and west - The only folks we really wound Are those we love the best. We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best.
Hurt people, hurt people. That's how pain patterns get passed on, generation after generation after generation. Break the chain today. Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion and cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles. Forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future.
If you have children and love one more than another, work at it. They will know, even if it's by a single atom less. A single atom is all you need to make a very big explosion.
To like something is to insult it. Love it or hate it. Be passionate. As civilisation advances, so does indifference. It is a disease. Immunise yourself with art. And love.
The point of love is to help you survive. The point is also to forget meaning. To stop looking and start living. The meaning is to hold the hand of someone you care about and to live inside the present.
