“This is the bright home in which I live, This is where I ask my friends to come, This is where I want to love all the things it has taken me so long to learn to love.
This is the temple of my adult aloneness And I belong to that aloneness as I belong to my life.”
— The House of Belonging, David Whyte
“Schlagschatten fallen, die Sonne ist rot. Ich glaub’ das kleine Glück ist groß.
Warum laufen die Tränen aus meinen Augen. Obwohl ich an niemanden denke?”
— "Schlagschatten", AnnenMayKantereit
“I’m the enemy of treason An enemy of strife I’m the enemy of the unlived, meaningless life I ain’t no false prophet I just know what I know I go where only the lonely can go
I’m first among equals Second to none The last of the best You can bury the rest Bury ‘em naked with their silver and gold Put ‘em six feet under and I pray for their souls”
— Bob Dylon, "False Prophet"
“A partir de cette instant, la liberté sera quelque chose de vivant et de transparent, et sa demeure sera pour toujours, le coeur de l’homme.
Il est décrété qu’a partir de maintenant, la vérité est une valeur.
Il est décrété qu’a partir de cette instant, l’homme n’aura plus jamais besoin de douter de l’homme.
Que l’homme aura confiance en l’homme, comme le palmier se confie au vent.
Il est décrété que la plus grande souffrance à toujours été et sera toujours, de ne pas pouvoir se donner d’amour à qui l’on aime.
Il est décrété qu’il ne sera plus jamais nécessaire d’user de la cuirasse du silence, ni de l’armature des mots. L’homme s’assiéra à table avec un regard pure.
Une seule chose reste interdite, aimer sans amour.”
— Guts, "Aimer sans amour"
“It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
Seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years of secrete conversing
Speaking out loud into the air.”
— David Whyte
“Weiß man, wie oft ein Herz brechen kann? Wieviele Sinne hat der Wahn? Lohnen sich Gefühle? Wieviele Tränen passen in einen Kanal? Leben wir noch mal? Warum wacht man auf? Was heilt die Zeit?”
— "Letzter Tag", Herbert Grönemeyer
“I have loved you for the last time I have touched you for the last time And I have kissed you for the last time Visions of Gideon, visions of Gideon”
— Sufjan Stevens, "Visions of Gideon"
“One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don’t do anything at all Go ask Alice When she’s ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you’re going to fall Tell ‘em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call... Call Alice When she was just small”
“When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice I think she’ll know
When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen’s off with her head Remember what the Dormouse said Feed your head Feed your head”
— "White Rabbit", Jefferson Airplane
“It took so long Just to feel alright Remember how to put Back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed The first time that we kissed ‘Cause you broke All your promises
I learned to live Half a life Now you want me One more time
But I have grown too strong To ever fall back in your arms”
— Adapted from "Jar of Hearts", Christina Perri
“We are all preparing for that abrupt waking, And that calling, and that moment we have to say yes
Expect it will not come so grandly, so Biblically, But more subtly and intimately in the face of the one you know you have to love
So that when we finally step out of the boat toward them, We find everything holds us and everything confirms our courage
And if you wanted to drown you could, but you don’t Because finally, after all that struggle and all the years you don’t want to any more, You simply had enough of drowning and you want to live and you want to love
And you will walk across any territory and any darkness, However fluid and however dangerous To take the one hand you know belongs in yours. ”
— The Truelove, David Whyte
