Quotes (EN/GER)

Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.

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She had switched to her tiny voice. When she spoke in that voice she seemed to be addressing someone who lived inside her, an invisible friend who shared her belief that the world was great and wide but finally too exhausting for anyone to live in it.

Flesh and Blood, Michael Cunningham

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But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.

The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood

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Ich bin alle, und alle sind ich und meine Einsamkeit.

Die Hexe von Portobello, Paulo Coelho

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Wenn Münder sich verschließen, dann weil etwas Wichtiges gesagt werden sollte.

Die Hexe von Portobello, Paulo Coelho

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You'll find, my friend, that what you love will take you places you never dreamed you'd go.

Angels in America. Part Two: Perestroika, Tony Kushner

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Sometimes the fabric that separates us tears just enough for love to shine through. Sometimes the tear is surprisingly small.

A Wild Swan and Other Tales, Michael Cunningham

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I just want to lie here and bleed for a while. Do me good.

Angels in America. Part Two: Perestroika, Tony Kushner

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His life, he tells himself, is not the worst of all possible lives. Maybe that's enough. Maybe that's what there is to hope for - that it merely won't get any worse.

A Wild Swan and Other Tales, Michael Cunningham

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Well I hate America, Louis. I hate this country. It's just big ideas, and stories, and people dying, and people like you. The white cracker who wrote the National Anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word "free" to a note so high nobody can reach it. That was deliberate. Nothing on earth sounds less like freedom to me.

Angels in America. Part Two: Perestroika, Tony Kushner

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I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die. But there's still the rest of you. There's your breasts, your genitals, and they're amazingly stupid, like babies or faithful dogs, they don't get it, they just want him. Want him.

Angels in America. Part Two: Perestroika, Tony Kushner

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Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya, illusion?

Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman

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[W]hat indeed is finally beautiful except death and love?

Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman

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I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars [...]

Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman

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Manchmal vermisse ich Mutter, obwohl sie da ist, und manchmal habe ich das Gefühl, sie sitzt in mir drin.

Immer ist alles schön, Julia Weber

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Ich bin ein Kreuz auf einer Karte, ein Punkt auf einer Fläche, unbedeutend, fast unsichtbar, so wie wir alle, denn aus der Ferne, von oben, verschwindet jeder von uns, aus dem Weltraum ist nur das Wasser zu sehen, das Meer, die Wolken, die Tropfen, die der Erde Leben geben, der blaue Planet, so anders als alle anderen Planeten, die wir kennen, genauso einsam im Universum wie jeder von uns hier unten.

Die Geschichte des Wassers, Maja Lunde

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Wer keine Seite wählt, ist verdammt einsam.

Die Geschichte des Wassers, Maja Lunde

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Openings and closings, beginnings and endings. Everything in between passes as quickly as the blink of an eye. An eternity precedes the opening and another, if not the same, follows the closing. Somehow everything that lies in between seems for a moment more vivid. What is real to us becomes forgotten, and what we don't understand will be forgotten, too.

Words Without Music, Philip Glass