Bahnsteigkarte Quotes & Sayings

One can learn, at least. One can go on learning until the day one is cut off. — Fay Weldon

I dreamed of you, even before I knew you were real. In all my years of wishing, I wished for you. The moment I saw you, I felt it. My whole world shifted. My whole existence grew brighter. — Sarah Fine

Wisdom is divine. — Lailah Gifty Akita

They are two brothers whose language to each other is mostly the farm, and the weather, or sport, but it is rarely a language that talks of the past or of what they think and feel. They sit, like stones. — Susan Fletcher

Life was not meant to be live alone. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Without action, words are just words. Without violence, laws are just words. Violence isn't the only answer, but it is the final answer. — Jack Donovan

The Age Demand
The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
The age demanded that we flow
And hammered in the bung.
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded. — Ernest Hemingway,

The branch might seem like the fruit's origin:
In fact, the branch exist because of the fruit. — Rumi

Before unearthing this letter, I had questioned myself about the ways in which a book can be infinite. I could think of nothing other than a cyclic volume, a circular one. A book whose last page was identical with the first, a book which had the possibility of continuing indefinitely. — Jorge Luis Borges

There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed. — Jessie Burton

We survive our love because we go on loving. — June Jordan

My shoes," she said. ""I've got to take off my shoes."
"Those aren't shoes. Those are evil devices designed to blow a man's mind, and they're staying on," he said in a very sexy voice. — Jill Shalvis

She believed in the miraculous. Or she had, until she reached an age when, all of a sudden, she realized that the life she was living, was in fact, her life. The clay of her being, so long infinitely malleable, had been formed, hardened into what now seemed a palpable, unchanging object. A shell she inhabited. It shocked her then. It shocked her now, like a slap in the face. — Robert Goolrick

Love is the flowering of meditation. Meditation brings many treasures; perhaps love is the greatest roseflower that grows on the bush of meditation. — Rajneesh