Jede Kanone, die gebaut wird, jedes Kriegsschiff, das vom Stapel gelassen wird, jede abgefeuerte Rakete bedeutet letztlich einen Diebstahl an denen, die hungern und nichts zu Essen bekommen, denen, die frieren und keine Kleidung haben. Eine Welt unter Waffen verpulvert nicht nur Geld allein. Sie verpulvert auch den Schweiß ihrer Arbeiter, den Geist ihrer Wissenschaftler und die Hoffnung ihrer Kinder.
Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless. Like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle, you put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.
Have you been to the desert? Have you walked with the dead? There's a hundred thousand children Being killed for their bread And the figures don't lie They speak of human disease But we do what we want And we think what we please
Have you lived the experience? Have you witnessed the plague? People making babies Sometimes just to escape In this land of competition The compassion is gone Yet we ignore the needy And we keep pushing on
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea ...
Häufig wird in der Liebe zwischen begehrend und schenkend unterschieden, zwischen Eros und Agape. Doch es gibt nur eine Liebe. Denn es gibt keine echte Agape ohne begehrende Sinnlichkeit und keinen echten Eros ohne ein schenkendes Wohlwollen.
Es heißt, wenn du dich mit einem Stier anlegst, bekommst du die Hörner zu spüren Doch wie wäre es, wenn der Stier dir ein kleines Cape über die Schultern hängen und sagen würde rot steht dir echt gut
The only real voyage of dicovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
Marcel ProustDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 18. November 1922) Zur Autorenbiographie
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
Opportunity has hair in front; behind she is bald. If you seize her by the forelock, you may hold her; but if suffered to escape, not Jupiter himself can catch her again.
This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
When adults say, "Teenagers think they are invincible" with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.
Jeden Abend muss unser Lebensfahrzeug zur Ausbesserung auf dieselbe Werft, die Bettstatt gebracht werden, auf der es einst gebaut und vom Stapel gelassen wurde
It's hiding in the dark It's teeth are razor sharp There's no escape for me It wants my soul, It wants my heart No one can hear me scream Maybe it's just a dream Or maybe it's inside of me Stop this monster!
If you don’t read a newspaper, you’re uninformed; if you do read one, you’re misinformed.
Mark TwainDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 21. April 1910) Zur Autorenbiographie
