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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
 
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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
 
 
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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"
 
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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"
 
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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
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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
 
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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"
 
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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
 
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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
 
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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