Maria Quotes

It isn’t true, is it, Daniel, that music can tame the beasts? Yet, in the end, a song lives.

I hope every night is stunning where you are. In my words, you are a legend.

I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?

It wasn't his, it wasn't my fault, we both had nothing except patience, but Death has none. I saw him come (how meanly!)and I watched him as he took and took:none of it I could claim as mine.

Now that her spirit had left, I’d thought she would feel light. Then I realized it was the spirit that carries the weight of the body and not the other way around.

And when suddenlythe god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: ‘He has turned round’ –she comprehended nothing and said softly: ‘Who?

Может быть, у смерти совсем другое имя. Мы ведь видим ее всегда только с одной стороны. Может быть, смерть - это совершенная любовь между нами и Богом.

Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.

If we surrenderedto earth's intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees.

Art too is just a way of living.

O Stunden in der Kindheit, da hinter den Figuren mehr als nurVergangnes war und vor uns nicht die Zukunft.

we want it visible to showwhen even the most visible joy will reveal itselfonly when we have transformed it within.there’s nowhere, my love, the world can existexpect within.

I live my life in growing orbits which move out over the things of the world.

I want to unfold.I don’t want to be folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

just show a little humility. If you know your weaknesses you will not be enslaved by them.

I could tell you, but you should never trust what someone says about themselves. It’s something you need to see for yourself.

All I want to do is be at Hogwarts with you, eating turkey legs in the great hall while listening to the carols of the ghosts gliding past us. Then maybe we can go to Hogsmeade to get a butterbeer.

You are the illness I will never cure. You are the poem I will never write. You are the thought I will never finish. You are the text I will never read.

If you are the land, then I am the sea. I don't need you and you don't need me.

We are all on stage, my dear. Sometimes we forget our lines, but luckily an offstage helper can whisper our lines to us until we get back on track.

You must not love yourself. I’ll tell you, mademoiselle … your life belongs to you. Only a matter of treating your life a little better and maybe life would treat you better in return.

In the war room, love? What if someone comes in?”I stood and removed his shirt. “Then they’ll have a good story to tell.”“Good?” He adopted the pretense of being offended.“Prove me wrong.

I'm dark matter. The universe inside of me is full of something, and science can't even shine a light on it. I feel like I'm mostly made of mysteries.

Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading.

It's not much. You begin by thinking there is something extraordinary about it. But you'll find out, when you've been out in the world a while longer, unhappiness is the commonest thing there is.

Want Truth more than you want to awaken and the awakening takes care of itself.

Truth shines light on darkness by questioning it.

We don't act like that because we are in good humor we are in a good humor because otherwise we should go to pieces.

I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other.

Love should not be polluted with friendship.

As far as I’m concerned, the only thing sweeter than seeing a friend is that friend canceling on me.

We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.

The first bombardment showed us our mistake, and under it the world as they had taught it to us broke in pieces.

And this I know: all these things that now, while we are still in the war, sink down in us like a stone, after the war shall waken again, and then shall begin the disentanglement of life and death.

A man dreams of a miracle and wakes up to loaves of bread.

And be very careful at the front, Paul.”Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!

Where would the world be if we took every man to book? There were thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom were convinced that they were acting for the best- in a way that cost them nothing.

we developed a firm, practical feeling of solidarity, which grew, on the battlefield, into the best thing that the war produced - comradeship in arms.

our heads were full of nebulous ideas, which cast an idealized, almost romantic glow over life

I'd love to wake up to complete silence, white sheets, and the smell of crisp air and roses.

I visit you in my dreams and you talk to me in songs. Each sentence is a bridge taking me closer to the city that you are.

I dig and plough at your command, ' I replied, 'but you will not tell me how to shit.

Examine your beliefs and break free.

Pushing magic toward the candle, I willed it to light. Nothing happened.Irys made a strangled sound and the candle burned. “Are you directing your magic to the candle?”“Yes. W

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For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror.

I wish to offer the world more than just beauty and plastic moments. I wish to offer the world depth, conversation, poetry and wisdom. I hope you do not deny me when I open these doors.

You are born an artist or you are not. And you stay an artist, dear, even if your voice is less of a fireworks. The artist is always there.

Make your life a work of art and you will never die.

You'll live through my words and my pictures, and I'll live somewhere the skies are blue.