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
25. Juni 2017
"The Hours Between" by Beau Taplin
The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you're either on top of the world or under it.
12. Juni 2017
"Sorry" by Halsey
So I'm sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry that I can't believe
That anybody ever really
Starts to fall in love with me
Sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry I could be so blind
Didn't mean to leave you
And all of the things that we had behind
I run away when things are good
And never really understood
The way you laid your eyes on me
In ways that no one ever could
And so it seems I broke your heart
My ignorance has struck again
I failed to see it from the start
And tore you open 'til the end
Sorry that I can't believe
That anybody ever really
Starts to fall in love with me
Sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry I could be so blind
Didn't mean to leave you
And all of the things that we had behind
I run away when things are good
And never really understood
The way you laid your eyes on me
In ways that no one ever could
And so it seems I broke your heart
My ignorance has struck again
I failed to see it from the start
And tore you open 'til the end
11. Juni 2017
"Herzstück" von Heiner Müller
Eins: Darf ich Ihnen mein Herz zu Füßen legen.
Zwei: Wenn Sie mir meinen Fußboden nicht schmutzig machen.
Eins: Mein Herz ist rein.
Zwei: Das werden wir ja sehen.
Eins: Ich kriege es nicht heraus.
Zwei: Wollen Sie, dass ich Ihnen helfe.
Eins: Wenn es Ihnen nichts ausmacht.
Zwei: Es ist mir ein Vergnügen. Ich kriege es auch nicht heraus.
Eins: heult.
Zwei: Ich werde es Ihnen herausoperieren. Wozu habe ich ein Taschenmesser. Das werden wir
Eins: Aber es schlägt nur für Sie.
Zwei: Wenn Sie mir meinen Fußboden nicht schmutzig machen.
Eins: Mein Herz ist rein.
Zwei: Das werden wir ja sehen.
Eins: Ich kriege es nicht heraus.
Zwei: Wollen Sie, dass ich Ihnen helfe.
Eins: Wenn es Ihnen nichts ausmacht.
Zwei: Es ist mir ein Vergnügen. Ich kriege es auch nicht heraus.
Eins: heult.
Zwei: Ich werde es Ihnen herausoperieren. Wozu habe ich ein Taschenmesser. Das werden wir
gleich haben. Arbeiten und nicht verzweifeln. So, das hätten wir. Aber das ist ja ein
Ziegelstein. Ihr Herz ist ein Ziegelstein.
Eins: Aber es schlägt nur für Sie.
1. Juni 2017
30. Mai 2017
“Comes the Dawn” by Veronica Shoffstall
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.
29. Mai 2017
Christopher Poindexter
Your darkness is a symphony
Played in explosions of silence to a crowd that has fallen in love with noise
If they refuse to applaud you
It isn't because your music isn't beautiful
It is because they have no idea how to love what they don't understand
And that, my darling, is the most horrific flaw in this mixed up world.
Played in explosions of silence to a crowd that has fallen in love with noise
If they refuse to applaud you
It isn't because your music isn't beautiful
It is because they have no idea how to love what they don't understand
And that, my darling, is the most horrific flaw in this mixed up world.
28. Mai 2017
26. Mai 2017
"Asking Too Much" by Andrea Gibson
See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,
and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.
and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.
25. Mai 2017
"The Chaos of Longing" by K.Y. Robinson
There's a universe
swirling inside of you.
you have to learn to be
your own earth,
wind, fire
and water.
you are a natural
phenomenon -
not a natural disaster.
swirling inside of you.
you have to learn to be
your own earth,
wind, fire
and water.
you are a natural
phenomenon -
not a natural disaster.
24. Mai 2017
Pablo Neruda
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
23. Mai 2017
22. Mai 2017
20. Mai 2017
John Lennon
9. Mai 2017
28. April 2017
23. April 2017
"De finibus bonorum et malorum" von Cicero
Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum, quia dolor sit, amet, consectetur, adipisci velit [...].
= Ferner gibt es auch niemanden, der den Schmerz um seiner selbst willen liebt, der ihn sucht und haben will, einfach, weil es Schmerz ist […].
= Ferner gibt es auch niemanden, der den Schmerz um seiner selbst willen liebt, der ihn sucht und haben will, einfach, weil es Schmerz ist […].
12. April 2017
"Clockwork Angel" by Cassandra Clare
Whatever you are physically...male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy--
all those things matter less than what your heart contains.
If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior.
All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp,
but you are the light inside.
–Jem Carstairs
all those things matter less than what your heart contains.
If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior.
All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp,
but you are the light inside.
–Jem Carstairs
"Kafka on the Shore" by Haruki Murakami
Nobody can help you. That's what love's all about... You're the one having these wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark. Your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.
"The Blue Octavo Notebooks" by Franz Kafka
The man in ecstasy and the man drowning–both throw up their arms.
2. April 2017
1. April 2017
26. März 2017
25. März 2017
"Truth Is a Beautiful Thing" by London Grammar
To hold your heart, to hold your hand
Would be to me, the greatest thing
To hold your heart, hold your hand
Would be to me, the bravest thing
I wear another thought of you
With so much harm my gift to you
Hide you somewhere they don't know
Deep in my core you know you have a throne
Would be to me, the greatest thing
To hold your heart, hold your hand
Would be to me, the bravest thing
With so much harm my gift to you
Hide you somewhere they don't know
Deep in my core you know you have a throne
Newt Scamander, Phantastische Tierwesen (2016)
Es ist meine Überzeugung, dass wer sich sorgt zwei Mal leidet.
9. März 2017
"Be Nobody's Darling" by Alice Walker
Be nobody's darling;
Be an outcast.
Take the contradictions
Of your life
And wrap around
You like a shawl,
To parry stones
To keep you warm.
Watch the people succumb
To madness
With ample cheer;
Let them look askance at you
And you askance reply.
Be an outcast;
Be pleased to walk alone
(Uncool)
Or line the crowded
River beds
With other impetuous
Fools.
Make a merry gathering
On the bank
Where thousands perished
For brave hurt words
They said.
But be nobody's darling;
Be an outcast.
Qualified to live
Among your dead.
Be an outcast.
Take the contradictions
Of your life
And wrap around
You like a shawl,
To parry stones
To keep you warm.
Watch the people succumb
To madness
With ample cheer;
Let them look askance at you
And you askance reply.
Be an outcast;
Be pleased to walk alone
(Uncool)
Or line the crowded
River beds
With other impetuous
Fools.
Make a merry gathering
On the bank
Where thousands perished
For brave hurt words
They said.
But be nobody's darling;
Be an outcast.
Qualified to live
Among your dead.
3. März 2017
“Maybe” by Igor Oro
As I stand on the street corner and watch these two roads meet, I suddenly feel at peace.
Maybe it's because at my feet lies the intersection of two distinct paths
merging at a point of vulnerability.
Maybe it's because it's a reminder of you and me, and the blissful bond we both shared.
Without a care in the world,
my arms wrapped around you to shelter you from the cold.
Two souls kept warm by each other's company.
Two hearts dancing in the rain playfully.
Two minds with the same thing in mind.
You want me to be yours and
I want you to be mine.
I don't know, maybe I'm crazy.
Maybe time has finally outplayed me.
Maybe I've stopped seeing beauty in the little things.
Maybe I've stopped appreciating the gift life brings.
Maybe I'm in over my head.
Or maybe I just miss the familiar contours of your body under the chalk white sheets of my bed.
I don't know, maybe this is normal?
Maybe I stopped being myself after you left.
Maybe this is all a test.
Maybe I failed and I couldn't clean up the mess.
Maybe that's why the rain suddenly feels colder on my skin.
Maybe that's why whenever I try to apologize I don't know where to begin or where to end. All these things I've typed up in my mind and I wanna tell you but I just can't bring myself to hit send.
Maybe I fucked up and I won't admit it.
Maybe I'm a coward.
Seems like I've got all the time in the world, maybe I should do something about it. I mean, every minute without you feels like an hour.
Maybe I'm a fool for distancing myself from you.
Maybe that's why I couldn't admit that I loved you,
because for some reason,
I couldn't except that maybe,
just maybe,
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