Nachtgedanken von Rush
“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]
“Hell is a feeling, a feeling that you will never be able to escape from; a cold and lonely place for those that found no joy in life, trapped in the shadows of life.”
G. L. Davies, “Haunted: Horror of Haverfordwest”)
Das ist die Sehnsucht: wohnen im Gewoge
und keine Heimat haben in der Zeit.
Und das sind Wünsche: leise Dialoge
täglicher Stunden mit der Ewigkeit.
Und das ist Leben. Bis aus einem Gestern
die einsamste Stunde steigt,
die, anders lächelnd als die andern Schwestern,
dem Ewigen entgegenschweigt.
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“For the sadness generated by the Dream was almost more than he could bear, a deep despair that negated everything good that had happened in his life, that wiped out the joy of his wife and his children and brought him back emotionally to that dark, dark day.
The fear was bad, but it was far preferable.
He experienced that fear now, an emotional vestige of the Dream even more lasting than the nightmare images that remained in his head. It was terror and panic and impotence and frustration, all knotted together in a single overwhelming feeling that would not got away.”
[Bentley Little, The Haunted]
“Er ist ein unwiderstehlicher Misanthrop, all das, was ich mir in jungen Jahren von einem Ehemann erträumt hätte.”
I. Reid, I’m Thinking about Ending Things
“He really liked the basement. It was like being in another world, while knowing that the other world was still there outside, above you, if you needed it. But down here it was quiet, and no one came and said anything, did anything to you. Nothing you had to do.”
John Ajvide Lindqvist, ‘Let the Right One in’
“When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars—and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone.”
[Khalil Gibran: Complete Works; Auszug aus: The Madman]
“The only constant was his eyes. Staring into them, I saw nothing. No emotion. No humanity. In every photograph, the eyes (…) were dark blanks that revealed nothing. A saying I’d heard long ago came to mind: When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you.”
[R. Sager: Home Before Dark]
(Fiel mir erst nachträglich ein: kleiner Verweis zum Gedicht Ich faßte deine Hand.)
„Jack Sprat would eat no fat.
His wife would eat no lean.
Mrs. Sprat died in her late thirties
of a combination of diabetes,
high blood pressure, and heart failure.
Her husband outlived her by almost four decades.
He never remarried.“
{Cautionary Tale by Darrell Schweitzer}
