ZITATE. Sprüche, Redewendungen, Textauszüge, Liedtexte, Kurzfilme, Tanzvideos, Lieder, etc.: mir sind irgendwann die Post-Its und Notizbücher ausgegangen. Lumen [lat.] = Licht. Noctivagum [lat.] = nachts umherschweifend, bei Nacht umherziehend. Der Blogtitel ist vor Jahren in einem Gespräch mit meiner besten Freundin entstanden. Das Hintergrundbild ist von mir. Sofern nicht anderweitig genannt, zählen Zitate ohne Referenz zu "Unbekannt". ~Fiete, on hiatus
23. Oktober 2018
"Neatly As Novels" by Beau Taplin
We demand closure as though our lives were put together as neatly as novels, but the fact of the matter is they're not. In real life, relationships are messy and poorly written, ending too early or too late, and sometimes in the middle of a sentence.
20. Oktober 2018
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17. Oktober 2018
"By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept " by Paulo Coelho
I've been in love before, it's like a narcotic. At first, it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love.
15. Oktober 2018
"On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense" by Friedrich Nietzsche
We believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things — metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities.
11. Oktober 2018
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9. Oktober 2018
"The Lies About Truth" by Courtney C. Stevens
I feel myself shutting down, closing off,
like I should tell people,
‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.'
like I should tell people,
‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.'
8. Oktober 2018
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3. Oktober 2018
Sieben Minuten nach Mitternacht, 2016
Conor: Geschichten sind nicht die Wirklichkeit. Die bringen überhaupt nichts.
Monster: Geschichten sind wilde Geschöpfe, Conor O'Malley. Und einmal los gelassen,
weiß keiner welche Verwüstung sie mit sich bringen.
Monster: Geschichten sind wilde Geschöpfe, Conor O'Malley. Und einmal los gelassen,
weiß keiner welche Verwüstung sie mit sich bringen.
"Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing" by Margaret Atwood
You think I'm not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn.
(full poem here: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/helen-troy-does-countertop-dancing)
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn.
(full poem here: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/helen-troy-does-countertop-dancing)
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