I meet people and they enforce me their culture and then I choose to fly away and I meet other people and these people force me their religion and I wanna fly away. I meet other people, these people are silent, we begin to sing the song of the ocean and then we fly away together ~
It's so weird how life is so full of moving around--people coming and going, people passing by each other all day long. You never know which person's going to steal your heart. You never know which is going to settle your soul. All you can do is look. And hope. And believe.
It seems like all the time people are making themselves themselves, but they don't really know it. You can only have true visions when you look behind. A person can slide so fast into being something they never really intended. I wonder if you can truly resurrect your own self.
What most people find festive—a weekend at a beach shack with friends, a boat trip down a river, a crackling bonfire on a summer night—I see as a bleak nightmare to be grimly endured. I would sooner put lit cigarettes in my eyes than share a vacation house with a crowd.
The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance - that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it - then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion.
Whenever someone acts one way in public - goes overboard, if you know what i mean - it'll turn out they have an opposite side. The quietest person will have the worst temper. The happiest person will suffer the worst depressions. The best thing about a person is the worst thing.
One of the problems with trying to find yourself through other people ... it’s kind of easy easier to lose yourself in them.On the plus side, they get to find you, sometimes.And you can ask them what you’re like.Because obviously you don’t have a clue.Why would you?
I saw the horrible way that people could treat each other. That may be the saddest thing of all. I saw greed and anger and murder and a total lack of concern for human life. It was a wicked side of the human soul that I saw... and it saddened me to know that such a dark place existed.
Radia hakuwa na makosa. Wengi huishi maisha yao bure. Yeye aliishi ya kwake kwa ajili ya watu. Hakuishi tu kama raia wa Tunisia. Aliishi kama raia wa uanadamu, maadili mema na uchapakazi. Watu walimsifu kwa kuwa na kaulimbiu ya 'Acha dunia katika hali nzuri kuliko ulivyoikuta'.
No original thought still exists. People are original, each one of them. The same ideas that others had before you are waiting for you to bring them back to life in a new way. The part of who you are that is left behind within these old ideas is what makes them original all over again.
Die Quelle durchfallfarbenen Übels sind die Arschtoleranzen der Durchschnittsunextremisten, denen egal ist, ob anderen etwas wehtut. Die zwar beobachten, jedoch wenn sie einen Missstand erkennen, diesen als zur Gesellschaft zugehörig empfinden und dann Toleranz walten lassen.
Se non hai paura di una cosa, allora quella cosa impara a stare lontana da te, perché capisce che più di tanto non riesce a danneggiarti, e con tutta la gente danneggiabile che c'è in giro non è che si mette a perdere tempo con uno che non l'apprezza.
I don't tell her that my grasp on truth, on words, on people, has slipped. I was getting close, so close to normal again, and that's been snatched away. I'm not even back where I started. I'm somewhere else entirely, so far off the map I don't know where to turn next.
The Warrior knows that no man is an island.He cannot fight alone; whatever his plan, he depends on other people. He needs to discuss his strategy, to ask for help, and, in moments of relaxation, to have someone with whom he can sit by the fire, someone he can regale with tales of battle.
