The colour of the magpie, her father was saying, was symbolic of creation. The void, the mystery of that which had not yet taken form. Black and white, he said. Presence and absence.
For when all else is done, only words remain. Words endure.
The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.
The thinnest shaft of light entered the empty chambers of my heart, just for a moment. Then it disappeared, extinguished by the weight of all that had gone before.
Who's to say? Life is not, as we are taught, a matter of seeking answers, but rather learning which are the questions we should ask.
There is no pattern the human mind can devise that does not exist already within the bounds of nature...Everything we do, see, write, notate, all are an echo of the deep seams of the universe. Music i...
History is written by the victorious, the liars, the strongest, the most determined.
Wie sehr wollte ich sie vor dem Schmerz des Erinners bewahren.
It seemed wrong, she thought, that there should be such beauty in the world on a day like this.
There comes always a moment when the desire to act, however ill the cause, is stronger than the wish to listen.
One cannot always marry the person one loves...
What will happen will happen, whether I wish it or no. So, yes, I accept. It does not mean that I like it or wish it were not otherwise.
What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more.
Ich vermochte kaum den Kopf hochzuhalten. Ich wollte mich befreien, dem Gefängnis meiner Erinnerung entfliehen.
And in the air around her, the echo of all those stifled hearts, trapped spirits, fluttered and sighed and breathed.
Aber nachdem so viele auf dieselbe Art gebrandmarkt worden waren, wurde es zum Symbol eines guten Charaktern. Ein Ehrenzeichen. Ja.
Too often I am jealous and my jealousy leads me to say things-things-that I regret.
Aber ich wollte nicht genesen, wenn ich dafür das wenige, das mir von meinem Bruder geblieben war, aufgeben musste.
The bravest act of war is love.
What we attempt to do is not without danger. What we attempt to do may not succeed. But it is right and it is just. We act for the good of all.