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„Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they’re too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. It’s not. It’s deafening.“


The wild and the tame.

„What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.“

—  Jeanette Winterson

Meadows of heaven.


„Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.“

– John Green, „Looking for Alaska“



“My name is Anna Taggaro. And I’m a junior at Tree Hill High. And… I’m gay. And straight. And a Latina. And I hate labels. And I hope by the time you see this, those things won’t be an issue. For now, all you need to know is this: My name is Anna. And I’m just trying to find my way, like most kids. I guess that part is timeless.”

Wieder einmal Alaska.

Der Mensch, glaubte ich, braucht Sicherheit. Er erträgt die Vorstellung nicht, dass der Tod nichts sein soll als ein großes schwarzes Nichts, er erträgt den Gedanken nicht, dass seine Liebsten aufhören zu existieren, er kann sich nicht vorstellen, selbst einmal nicht mehr zu existieren. Am Ende, schloss ich, glauben die Menschen an ein Leben nach dem Tod, weil sie das Gegenteil nicht ertragen können.

– John Green, „Eine wie Alaska“


No one writes songs about the easy ones.


Logan: I thought our story was epic, you know – you and me.
Veronica: Epic how?
Logan: Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. Epic. But  summer’s almost here, and we won’t see each other at all. And then you leave town…and then it’s over.
Veronica: Logan…
Logan: I’m sorry about last summer. You know, if I could do it over…
Veronica: Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?
Logan: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.