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Je mehr du hast, desto weniger bist du und je weniger du hast, desto mehr verstehst du.
I know I miss you because it happens in daylight. When I’m driving down a road with a view and the sun is hitting me, I think of how good you’d look beside me. And how great your laugh would sound, joining me when I’m out with friends. Or how much warmer the bed would be with you in it.
- S.A // I miss you even when I’m not lonely
Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury, like a women scorned."
The Mourning Bride, William Congreve
But your eternal summer will never fade, once you’re captured in my eternal verses.
Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare
Will our browntanned skin and the wind up the hills keep at bay all our demons within?
In Case I Fall for You, Black Sea Dahu
En garde, things are just things They don't make you who you are
Glorious, Macklemore
Ich häng' in den Seilen Mein Körper ist alt, mein Wille verfallen.
Fundament, Fatoni, Mine
The woods are lovely, dark and deep But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to got before I sleep.
Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” (1922)
She felt the sweat above her lip and noticed, for the first time, a streak of blood along the side of her hand - the cut on her finger that had now stopped bleeding. She put her finger to her lips, and the salty taste brought tears to her eyes.
Lofty, Ann Beattie