Gone - Quotes
It`s like screaming, but no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed, that someone can be that important that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless. But nothing can save you. And when its over and it`s gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back so that you could have the good.
You may think your only choice is to swallow your anger or throw it at someone`s face. But there`s a third option, you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone and you can move forward.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
It has been said, "time heals all wounds." I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well. So I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can.
I can look back on my life, where there have been moments where things might have gone the other way. [...] We`re all vulnerable.
My generation is on the way out, and each death I have felt as an abruption, a tearing away of part of myself. There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate - the genetic and neural fate - of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.
Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.
A man who has never gone to school may steal from a freight car; but if he has a university education, he may steal the whole railroad.
I ask the impossible: love me forever.
Love me when all desire is gone.
Love me with the single mindedness of a monk.
When the world in its entirety,
and all that you hold sacred advise you
against it: love me still more.
Stop and reflect on the year that has gone by. To remember both our triumphs and our missteps. Our promises made and broken. The times we opened ourselves up to great adventures or closed ourself down for fear of getting hurt. Because that`s What New Year`s is all about. Getting another chance. A chance to forgive. To do better, to do more, to give more, to love more. And to stop worrying about "what if" and start embracing what will be. So when that ball drops at midnight and it will drop let`s remember to be nice to each other. Kind to each other. And not just tonight, but all year long.
There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, that they will be forced to deal with pain.