His hello was the end of her endings,
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle.
His hand would be hers to hold forever,
His forever was as simple as her smile.
An ocean couldn’t prevent it.
A New York minute wouldn’t let it pass.
Does the universe decide for us,
Which love will fade and which will last.
He said she was what was missing.
She said she instantly new.
She was a question to be answered.
And his answer was “I do.”
-Carrie Bradshaw-
Du stehst blind in einer offenen tür.
-Gisbert zu Knyphausen; Hurra! Hurra! So nicht.
Aus: Sylvia Plath; Lady Lazarus
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
My ribs show. What have I eaten?
Lies and smiles.
[Man kann meine Rippen sehen. Was habe ich gegessen?
Lügen und Lächeln.]
Aus Sylvia Plath; The Jailer
ma wieder ich
I am my future,
I'm on my way,
Forever forever
Erik Truffaz feat. Sophie Hunger - Let Me Go 
Everyone says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.
- C. S. Lewis
There are two reasons why people don't talk about something;
either it doesn't mean anything to them, or it means everything.
- Unbekannt
None but ourselves can free our minds.
-Bob Marley
For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.
-Ivan Panin
Aki schrieb:
There are two reasons why people don't talk about something;
either it doesn't mean anything to them, or it means everything.
None but ourselves can free our minds.
-Bob Marley
Ist das obere Zitat auch von Bob Marley, oder weiÃt du nicht, von wem das ist? (Gefällt mir.
)
Ich weià leider nicht, von wem es ist.
Warte, ich bessere es schnell aus
Tolle Sprüche!
Trau nie etwas, das selbst denken kann, wenn du nicht sehen kannst, wo es sen Hirn hat.
-Molly Weasley, HP 2
Aus Die Bücherdiebin; Seite 335
Kapitel: " Das Tagebuch des Todes:1942"
[Der Tod ist der Erzähler]
Es war ein denkwürdiges Jahr, wie 79 nach Christus oder 1346, um nur zwei zu nennen. Vergesst die Sense- ich hätte einen Besen oder einen Wischmopp gebraucht. Oder Urlaub.
Ein kleines Stück Wahrheit
Ich habe keine Sense.
Ich trage nur dann einen schwarzen Kaputzenmantel, wenn es kalt ist.
Ich habe auch kein Totenschädelgesicht, das ihr mir so gerne andichtet.
Wollt ihr wissen, wie ich aussehe?
Ich sage es euch. Schaut in den Spiegel.
:heul: