[...] 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.
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.
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.
If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.
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
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
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.
Say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in Take a bow, play the part Of a lonely lonely heart Say goodbye to the world, you thought you lived in
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
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.
Tell me that I've got it wrong Tell me everything will be okay Before I fall Tell me they'll play my songs Tell me they'll sing the words I say When darkness falls All of the stars will see Just me and my guitar
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.
We don't stop playing because we grow old - we grow old because we stop playing
George Bernard ShawDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 2. November 1950) Zur Autorenbiographie
What if I say I'm not like the others? What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays? You're the pretender What if I say I will never surrender?
When I see the elaborate study and ingenuity displayed by women in the pursuit of trifles, I feel no doubt of their capacity for the most herculean undertakings.
Julia Ward HoweDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 17. Oktober 1910)
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.
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