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“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
― Albert Camus

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
― Oscar Wilde

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.”
― Gertrude Stein, Geography and Plays

“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“Es ist eine gefährliche Sache, aus deiner Tür hinaus zu gehen. Du betrittst die Straße und wenn du nicht auf deine Füße aufpasst, kann man nicht wissen, wohin sie dich tragen.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled ‘This could change your life’.”
― Helen Exley

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.

I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate.
The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait."

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead,
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.”
― Alfred Tennyson

“Killing the Angel in the House was part of the occupation of a woman writer.”
― Virginia Woolf

“A children's story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children's story in the slightest.”
― C.S. Lewis

“The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
― Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry

“Every man should be capable of all ideas, and I believe that in the future he will be.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Ficciones

“Hence in solitude, or that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings and yet they sympathize not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, the waters, and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring, in the blue air, there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Shelley on Love: Selected writings

“Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck You," said the Raven.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Erniedrigte Frauen funktionierten wie die Monsterkurve. Man knickte sie, knickte sie wieder, und sofort vervielfacht sich ihre Monstrosität, raumfüllend, selbstausweichend.
Verlassene Frauen nahmen monströse Züge an. Verstoßene Frauen wurden zu Furien, zu Drachen, ein quasi natürlicher Prozess, der allerdings beinhaltete, dass diese Frauen auch schon zuvor als Drache respektive als Furie galten. Jeder wusste, dass es solchen Frauen nur recht geschah, man wunderte sich meist, dass es nicht früher dazu gekommen war, dass der Mann es überhaupt so lange ausgehalten hatte, kein Wunder, dass er nur noch wegwollte, volles Verständnis, zum Glück keine Kinder.
Spürte sie denn etwas, das Wachsen von Hauern, von Hörnern, den triefenden Geifer, das schlangengleich kriechende, kringelnde Haar?”
― Marion Poschmann, Chor der Erinnyen: Roman | Die Parallelgeschichte zum Bestseller »Die Kieferninseln«

“Die Kunst kann mit den ihr genuinen Mitteln zwei komplementäre Erkenntnisbewegungen zum Klimadiskurs beitragen: Sie kann die scheinbare Selbstgenügsamkeit eines Ichs aufbrechen, das sich unbetroffen fühlt, weil es seine grundsätzliche Verbundenheit leugnet, und sie kann den (nichtpekuniären) Wert der verschwindenden Lebensräume, der verschwindenden Arten vor Augen führen.
"Die Welt muß romantisiert werden": Ich möchte diese Formel wieder als Forderung der Aufklärung verstehen, also als Forderung der Vernunft, die Fragilität und Einzigartigkeit lebender Wesen wahrzunehmen und ihnen mit Freundlichkeit und Respekt zu begegnen.”
― Marion Poschmann, Laubwerk

“I am writing you from inside a body that used to be yours. Which is to say, I am writing as a son.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous