I wonder if anyone knows what I mean when I say that some people make the world seem like a large place filled with different lands, and languages, and cultures; and others make it seem like a small place where a new Tom Hanks movie is being released on video this week.
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.
We all change. When you think about it, we are all different people all through our lives. And that's okay, that's good, you gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.
I love music. For me, music is morning coffee. It's mood medicine. It's pure magic. A good song is like a good meal - I just want to inhale it and than share a bite with someone else.
Women, as some witty Frenchman once put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces, and always prevent us from carrying them out.
Oscar WildeDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 30. November 1900) Zur Autorenbiographie
