Life is composed of lights and shadows, and we would be untruthful, insincere, and saccharine if we tried to pretend there were no shadows. Most things are good, and they are the strongest things; but there are evil things too, and you are not doing a child a favor by trying to shield him from reality. The important thing is to teach a child that good can always triumph over evil
But perhaps the most striking and frightening aspect of the German flight from reality is the habit of treating facts as though they were mere opinions.
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. That is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.
If you can't solve it, it isn't a problem - it's reality. And sometimes reality is the hardest thing to understand and the thing that takes the longest to realize. But once it hits you in the face you'll never forget it. It will always be there in your memories and sometimes that is the best way to look at it.
Everyone says love hurts, but that isn’t true. Loneliness hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that doesn’t hurt.
Schon aus wirtschaftlichen Gründen gibt es keine Alternative zu der uns bekannten Demokratie. Stellen wir uns das Heer an realitätsfremden, unerfahrenen, beruflich traumatisierten, kooperationsunfähigen Politikern vor. Einige könnten in Fight-Clubs, andere zeitweise in einer Reality Show 1 Euro Jobs bekommen,
In life there are a lot of big romantic moments. And they make life worth living. But here's the problem: Moments pass. And lurking just around the corner from those moments is a cruel, unshaven bastard named reality.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
