“Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
— But who is that on the other side of you?”
T.S. Eliot (The Waste Land)
“The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.”
“That night, after she’d screamed into her crumpled blanket for a long time and finally punched a hole through the darkness into that other place where the answers came from, the darkness began to speak to her, its voice more distinct than she had ever heard it before. The darkness touched her. Its touch was hard and warm, but somehow comforting, as if strong, invisible hands caressed her.”
[Excerpt: Schweitzer, Darrell: Sometimes you have to shout about it]
“Maybe tradition and ghosts are just remnants of a past you refuse to leave behind. We do not learn from the past, we just keep these remnants. And we put our faith in them. And with faith we create those spirits and spells, and become zealous guardians of our own fears.”
[Désirée Bressend, Call of the Suicide Forest, Heft 5]
“Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’ ”
Mary Anne Radmacher
„It’s more that people want to be alone. It’s more that there’s so little to say. It’s more that people are so tired.“
[E. Barnes, The City where we once lived]
“Merry Christmas,” Todd said, and they clinked glasses.
“So you’re a ‘merry Christmas’ and not a ‘happy holidays’ kind of guy, huh?”
“I’m sorry, did I offend you?”
“Not at all. It’s refreshing. I’m so sick of political correctness. I’m suffocated by it. We’re so goddamn politically correct that we lose our individualism, our definition as human beings.”
[R. Malfi – Snow]
In diesem Sinne: Frohe Weihnachten euch da draußen!
“Vampires pioneered the self-care movement; they’ve been staying inside, avoiding people, and sleeping all day for centuries. And what has it gotten them? Perfect skin and immortality.”
Quote by “The Captain”, @sgrstk at Instagram
“There is a word in Japanese, yugen, that has no English equivalent. In Japanese, it is the awareness that the universe transmits a profound and mysterious beauty that can only be understood by the man or woman engaged in the comparable beauty of human suffering. (…) This bleak, rusty machine we call life. This unexpected beauty.”
[R. Malfi, Come with me]
“And here are trees and I know their gnarled surface, water and I feel its taste. These scents of grass and stars at night, certain evenings when the heart relaxes – how shall I negate this world whose power and strength I feel? Yet all the knowledge on earth will give me nothing to assure me that this world is mine.”
Albert Camus: The Myth of Sisyphus
