tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669272503932720492024-03-14T03:36:25.036+01:00Mondscheinliebe"Und am Ende der Geschichte ist alles was mir bleibt, die Wahrheit zu berichten, die mich in den Wahnsinn treibt..."Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-28064741705515169882017-07-06T22:37:00.001+02:002017-12-27T13:04:24.438+01:00<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #999999;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></span>
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I had to kill a lot of parts of myself to kill this sadness.</span></span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-76740000524289612212017-07-06T17:42:00.001+02:002017-12-27T13:05:00.104+01:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">“If you must die, sweetheart</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Die knowing your life was my life’s best part”</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-36377615636944798242017-07-05T23:11:00.001+02:002017-07-05T23:11:48.446+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">“But how could you live and have no story to tell?”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights </span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-8013075365001437422017-07-04T18:33:00.001+02:002017-07-04T18:33:45.703+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">She was stronger alone.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">— Jane Austen</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-59684602765316095972017-07-04T18:32:00.001+02:002017-07-04T18:32:03.916+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">There are so many things that I don't understand, there's a world within me that I cannot explain</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Daft Punk</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-33617810823732569802017-07-03T20:43:00.001+02:002017-07-03T20:43:53.942+02:00<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">"I don't give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">but I was happy in my way."</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">-Frida Kahlo</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-53349950693047870822017-07-03T16:44:00.001+02:002017-07-03T16:44:35.436+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">“He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-73365595911600469282017-07-03T16:42:00.001+02:002017-07-03T16:42:16.062+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Van Gogh cut off his ear</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">gave it to a</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">prostitute</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">who flung it away in</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">extreme</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />disgust.<br />Van, whores don’t want<br />ears<br />they want<br />money.<br />I guess that’s why you were<br />such a great<br />painter: you<br />didn’t understand<br />anything<br />else.<br />— Charles Bukowski </span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-19973139016930673542017-07-03T16:39:00.001+02:002017-07-03T16:39:26.836+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Take a chance. Risk everything. Be honest. Jump. Go for it. Be all in. Why not. Or else why do anything at all.</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-22242470425694835082017-07-03T02:04:00.001+02:002017-07-03T02:04:54.298+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">-When is a monster not a monster? </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">-Oh, when you love it.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">— Caitlyn Siehl</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-78328533430178934182017-07-03T02:01:00.001+02:002017-07-03T02:01:22.775+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-2878417117688202682017-07-03T01:59:00.001+02:002017-07-03T01:59:58.024+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I wonder if Beethoven held his breath</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">the first time his fingers touched the keys</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">the same way a soldier holds his breath</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">the first time his finger clicks the trigger.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />— Andrea Gibson</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-17321615546572411352017-07-03T01:56:00.001+02:002017-07-03T01:56:53.464+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">“Because sending a letter is the next best thing to showing up personally at someone’s door. Ink from your pen touches the stationary, your fingers touch the paper, your saliva seals the envelope, your scent graces the paper. Something tangible from your world travels through machines and hands, and deposits itself in another’s mailbox; their world. Your letter is then carried inside as an invited guest. The paper that was sitting on your desk, now sits on another’s. The recipient handles the paper that you handled. Letters create a connection that modern and impersonal forms of communication will never replace.”</span><span class="_5mfr _47e3" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 0; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle;"><img alt="" class="img" height="16" role="presentation" src="https://www.facebook.com/images/emoji.php/v9/ff7/1/16/1f48c.png" style="border: 0px; vertical-align: -3px;" width="16" /><span class="_7oe" style="display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0px; width: 0px;">💌</span></span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-81773188880918356812017-07-03T01:55:00.001+02:002017-07-03T01:55:10.903+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I can only connect deeply or not at all.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">- Anaïs Nin</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-27493822873629452762017-07-03T01:48:00.001+02:002017-07-03T01:48:54.204+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high. </span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-6346312072917123092017-07-03T01:47:00.001+02:002017-07-03T01:47:23.925+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">–and it seemed to him that happiness itself had that smell, the smell of dead leaves.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">— Vladimir Nabokov, from “The Return of Chorb,” The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov (Alfred A. Knopf, 1995)</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-85362797900544351032017-07-03T01:33:00.002+02:002017-07-03T01:33:36.283+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">"The ocean always reminds me of love. The vast body of majestic beauty. How it leaves me feeling at awe. How the shore kissing me with waves reminds me that there are deeper waters. One where your heart is afraid to fall in too deep. Yet it is still able to push itself up to the shore. Then once you’re in dry land,you’ll ask yourself “When will I ever love this way again?”.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">— The Heart Of The Sea // Conee Berdera</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-28652533996805347812017-07-03T01:26:00.001+02:002017-07-03T01:26:42.609+02:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Do not fall in love with people like me. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.</span>Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-27437904894765910822017-07-03T00:50:00.001+02:002017-07-03T00:50:33.993+02:00Art never comes from happiness.Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-65920357333218954022017-07-03T00:45:00.001+02:002017-07-03T00:45:32.455+02:00<h3 style="background-color: #f4f3f3; box-sizing: border-box; color: #555555; font-family: Karla, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.8em;">
“ Take your broken heart and make it into art." </h3>
Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-39296095198899737842016-06-01T19:14:00.001+02:002016-06-01T19:14:07.534+02:00"Ich will begreifen, was Liebe ist, aber bislang leide ich nur. Diejenigen, die meine Seele berühren, können meinen Körper nicht erwecken. Und die, denen ich mich hingebe, können meine Seele nicht berühren." - Paulo CoelhoMondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-78393075393053238672016-05-04T00:26:00.001+02:002016-05-04T00:26:37.075+02:00“Where do you want to go?" was his responce. "I don't know" Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter.”Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-24541682103985115632016-01-18T15:21:00.001+01:002016-01-18T15:21:48.535+01:00Manchmal denke ich, das Leben des Künstlers sei ein langer und süßer Selbstmord, und ich bedauere es nicht.Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-87433954702247176592016-01-18T15:20:00.001+01:002016-01-18T15:20:52.011+01:00Ein Kunstwerk ist das unverwechselbare Ergebnis eines unverwechselbaren
Temperaments. Seine Schönheit beruht auf der Tatsache, daß der Schöpfer
ist, was er ist.Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866927250393272049.post-75825570158738376652016-01-18T15:16:00.001+01:002016-01-18T15:16:22.224+01:00Schopenhauer hat den Pessimismus analysiert, der das moderne Denken
bestimmt, aber Hamlet hat ihn erfunden. Die Menschen sind schwermütig
geworden, weil eine Theaterfigur einmal an Melancholie krankte. Der
Nihilist, dieser wunderliche Märtyrer ohne Glauben, der ohne Inbrunst an
den Pfahl geht und für etwas stirbt, woran er nicht glaubt, ist ein
reines Produkt der Literatur. Er ist von Turgenjew erfunden und von
Dostojewski vollendet worden.Mondscheinliebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387396223506634524noreply@blogger.com0