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...but I was coming around to the belief that whether you liked it or not, things happen and once they start happening you pretty much just have to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.
"Then you should say what you mean," the March Hare went on. "I do," Alice hastily replied; "at least – at least I mean what I say – that's the same thing, you know." "Not the same thing a bit!" said the Hatter. "You might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!"
"Things" are what we seek, but "love" is beneath that. If love isn't the foundation, then things will fall. For even if they stand, they mean nothing. I've had both and if given a chance to choose Soberly – I choose love. Humbly – I choose love. Wisely – I choose love.
And as you move on, remember me Remember us, and all we used to be I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile I've watched you sleeping for a while I'd be the father of your child I'd spend a lifetime with you I know your fears, and you know mine We've had our doubts, but now we're fine And I love you, I swear that's true I cannot live without you
As we stand there, it hits me how quickly everything changes - how life is like peering into a kaleidoscope, and just as you're looking at a gorgeous pattern you think you'd maybe even like to keep around forever, the colors morph into something completely different, and there's not getting back to that first pattern. No matter how much you'd like to see it again.
Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars – points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.
Denn eine bekümmerte Seele ist Gott nahe, und Not führt zu dem, der geben und helfen kann, der aber wohl verachtet würde, wenn er immer und uneingeschränkt hülfe.
Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Every time she laughs she hopes he's watchig. Not so that he sees she's happy but maybe, just maybe he'll fall for her smile just as hard as she fell for his.
Friendship isn't how you forget, but how you forgive. Not how you listen, but how you understand. Not how you see, but how you feel. Not how you let go, but how you hold on.
Geht dir die Luft aus, dann atme ich für dich und starrst du ins Leere, stell ich mich in deinen Blick ich schick dir in Seenot den Leuchtturm aufs offene Meer
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square hole. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
I am a savage and I do not know any other way of life. I have seen millions of buffalo lying rotting in the prairie, left there by the white man who killed them from a passing train. I am a savage but I do not understand why a iron horse that blows smoke is more important than the buffalo
Seattle, Chief of the DuwamishDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist
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.
