Again - Quotes
I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking.
Before we met, I was as lost as a person could be and yet you saw something in me that somehow gave me direction again.
If you want to save her
Then first you have to save yourself
If you want to free her from the hurt
Don`t do it with your pain
If you want to see her smile again
Don`t show her you`re afraid
Because your circle of fear is the same
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man`s gift and that man`s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things.
One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can`t breathe around it and you realize you don`t need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset. To touch the one you love. To try again.
The truth is you can be orphaned again and again and again. The truth is, you will be. And the secret is, this will hurt less and less each time until you can`t feel a thing. Trust me on this.
Where there`s hope, there`s life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.
Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.
Every time you forgive, the universe changes; every time you reach out and touch a heart or a life, the world changes; with every kindness and service, seen or unseen, my purposes are accomplished and nothing will ever be the same again.
When you`re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you`ve just wandered a few feet off the path, that you`ll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and its time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you dont even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.
You’re crazy. You fall down, stand up and walk again,
your ankles and your knees move pain that wanders around,
but you start again as if you had wings.
The ditch calls you, but it’s no use you’re afraid to stay,
and if someone asks why, maybe you turn around and say
that a woman and a sane death a better death wait for you.
There where I’ve fought so many useless battles,
I’ll fight again and that will make me happy.
A broken heart is quickly enough mended,
But broken again the pain is more intense.