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.
Bist du hübsch, kommst du eingeblidet rüber. Bist du hässlich, sagt es dir jeder. Bist du selbstbewusst, nennt man dich Player oder Schlampe. Bist du schüchtern, meint man, du kannst den Mund nicht aufmachen. Bist du klug, bist du ein Streber. Bist du dumm, heißt es, du hast kein Gehirn. Machst du was richtig, merkt es keiner. Machst du was falsch, wird es niemand vergessen.
Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it's all going in the other direction.
When you know that you are eternal you can play your true role in time. When you know you are divine you can become completely human. When you know you are one with God you are free to become absolutely yourself.
Laugh when you can Apologize when you should And let go of what you can't change Kiss slowly Take chances Play hard Forgive quickly Give everything and have no regrets 'Cause life is too short to be anything but happy