@ponderable saidQuite true, as much as we may try to escape that past.
„Für gewöhnlich sieht der Mensch nur das Stoppelfeld der Vergänglichkeit; was er übersieht, sind die vielen vollen Scheunen der Vergangenheit. Im Vergangensein ist nämlich nichts unwiederbringlich verloren, vielmehr alles unverlierbar geborgen. “
Victor Frankl
At best, it's almost as if it had happened to someone else.
@divegeester said„Für gewöhnlich sieht der Mensch nur das Stoppelfeld der Vergänglichkeit; was er übersieht, sind die vielen vollen Scheunen der Vergangenheit. Im Vergangensein ist nämlich nichts unwiederbringlich verloren, vielmehr alles unverlierbar geborgen. “
Blimey, I didn’t know you read Kurdish!
Victor Frankl
Usually, a person only sees the stubble field of transience, what what he overlooks are the many barns of the past. In being past nothing is lost irretrievably, but it is stored indelibly."
my translation. And one from 100 points for the guess of "kurdish"
@pettytalk saidThis is an embarrassingly stupid thing to say.
It's possible to rearrange Law.
The only people who find what they are looking for in life are the dead. Life looks forward to death.
Everyone is responsible for the good and sometimes the ill they find in life. Some people bring ill on themselves, and some people have the ill thrust on them, but the good always comes through working for it.
“I like used bookstores more than new ones, because there’s just something about all the old books that feels more comforting and peaceful to me. I do have a big collection of books at home, and I actually had to get help from somebody a few years ago to organize it. I got rid of hundreds if not thousands of books about three or four years ago. And in the space of time since, I’ve almost reacquired everything I got rid of.”
- American actor Paul Giamatti
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When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead
The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.
Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaying
Came to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
Just as new life will come from death, love will come at leisure.
Love of love, love of life and giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen.
Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.
Graeme Edge