Silence accompanies the most significant expressions of happiness and unhappiness: those in love understand one another best when silent, while the most heated and impassioned speech at a graveside touches only outsiders, but seems cold and inconsequential to the widow and children of the deceased.
I know that books seem like the ultimate thing that's made by one person, but that's not true. Every reading of a book is a collaboration between the reader and the writer who are making the story up together.
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Saying 'I notice you're a nerd' is like saying, 'Hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?' In fact, it seems to me that most contemporary insults are pretty lame. Even 'lame' is kind of lame. Saying 'You're lame' is like saying 'You walk with a limp.' Yeah, whatever, so does 50 Cent, and he's done all right for himself.
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.
In unserer Traurigkeit gehen wir zu den Lustigen. Doch ihr Lachen bringt uns keine Freude. In unserer Mutlosigkeit gehen wir zu den Tapferen. Doch ihr Tatendrang spornt uns nicht an. In unserer Verzweiflung gehen wir zu den Tröstenden. Doch ihr Trost erreicht uns nicht. In unserer Not schielen wir nach dem Reichtum. Doch er lastet nur auf unserer Seele. In unserer Orientierungslosigkeit suchen wir den Erfolg. Doch der Glanz blendet uns. In unserer Hoffnungslosigkeit rufen wir nach Gott. Doch wir hören nur unser Echo. Wir müssen nicht da draußen suchen, wir haben noch alles in uns.
Karl TalnopNichtkommerzielle Verwendung des Spruches mit Autorenangabe ausdrücklich erlaubt