Matthew Hussey

"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.

Robert Green

In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences.

Mahatma Gandhi

Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's needs, but not every man's greed.

"Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic" by Sleeping At Last

Nick Diamos

Everybody lies, but it doesn't matter because nobody listens.

"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

"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 

      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.

Adam Cromwell, UnREAL (2015)

I can offer you the world if you let me.
So let me.

“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.

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.

R.H. Sin

I usually become a ghost to
those who no longer deserve
my time. I've never seen a point
in explaining my absence to
someone who failed to
appreciate my presence. You
don't owe any explanations to
those who hurt you.

"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.

"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.

Pablo Neruda

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Wolfgang Neuss

Heut' mach ich mir kein Abendbrot. Heut' mach ich mir Gedanken.

"Don't You Know" by Jaymes Young

 

Listen on SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/jaymes-young/dont-you-know.

John Lennon

I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?

Marya Hornbacher

In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.

"Blu" by Ryuichi Sakamoto & The Tokyo Philharmonic Orchestra

Dean Martin & Victor Borge

"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 […].

"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

"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.

Noor Shirazie

Touch me with words, and I shall come apart in your hands.

X Ambassadors - UNSTEADY | Official Dance Video #LoveisLove

Jessica Jones, 2015

If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem.

"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

Newt Scamander, Phantastische Tierwesen (2016)

Es ist meine Überzeugung, dass wer sich sorgt zwei Mal leidet.

Stephen King

Quiet people have the loudest minds.

"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.

“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, 

you might have loved me too.

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"Letter to Fanny Browne" by John Keats, 8 July 1819

I have so much of you in my heart.

Paul Henri Spaak

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