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Did you know that I love you? Come and lay with me. I love you. And all this day, I will love you. You make me feel alive, and I'll love you until the end of time.
Benjamin FranklinDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 17. April 1790) Zur Autorenbiographie
The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players They have their exits and their entrances And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.
You're got to give a little more than you take You've got to leave a little more than was here You may be prideful of the strides you will make But keep one thing clear: You're just a player in a much bigger plan And still you have to give it all you can The very measure of your soul is at stake You've got to give a little more than you take
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.
[...] being human is being a young child on Christmas Day who receives and absolutely magnificent castle. And there is a perfect photograph of this castle on the box and you want more than anything to play with the castle and the knights and the princesses because it looks like such a perfect human world, but the only problem is that the castle isn't built. It's in tiny intricate pieces, and although there's a book of instructions you don't understand it. And nor can your parents or Aunt Sylvie. So you are just left, crying at the ideal castle on the box which no one would ever be able to build.
Something has changed within me Something is not the same I'm through with playing by rules Of someone else's game, Too far to go back to sleep, Too late for second guessings – It's time to trust my instincts, Close my eyes and leap