Nothing outside of yourself can prevent you from achieving all of your hopes, dreams and desires….
James A. MurphyMots clés dreams desires yourself nothing hopes outside prevent no-thing
Breath (from the book Blue Bridge)
Whispering to myself
With every step I take,
Trying out names, for I know
There is something yet to be called …..
I know it, something up ahead
Just around the bend
Or over the rise –
A bird taking to the sky
From the edge of a jagged cliff –
A bird floating outwards
In silence ……. A silence
Waiting for a footstep
To crunch on stones,
For a voice to fling upward
Through sharp sunlight
With a name…… calling
Before the bird could call
Before the bird called.
Oh the bird was there alright
And sure it took flight
When it heard me approach
But it broke my heart
With a mighty croak!
So I’m sitting here playing
With a purple flower
Slender stem, no leaves
Purple fizz –
And it’s quiet again.
I am still
I am nothing
And the hill
Is a long, long slope
Down, down, down to the sea
Far below.
I could roll
I could run
I could scream
But I am nothing.
A cool wind blows
And the light is naked and nameless
And the rocks are faces of angels
And the bird in the sky wheels
And cries to forget the earth
And its ancient bones –
Oh, sensual pain –
Wings…. Wings…. Wings,
Singing wings.
If only I could begin
To describe the emptiness
Which fills me to the brim
With new breath
I might almost lose my name
And take instead a feather for my soul.
Mots clés soul flight breath sky names wings emptiness nothing nothingness bird hill name
The rose, however, made us girls somewhat fainthearted, because it really was something we felt mattered, the white bridal dream with the wedding bouquet and the kiss from the man who was to be ours forever. But then Laura said that the lady who had given it to us had gotten divorced only five years later. And since many of our parents were also divorce, if indeed they had ever been married at all, that dream clearly wasn't worth our time.
Janne TellerNothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace, and still lacking the someone, I need most.
Anthony LiccioneMots clés true-love lost everything destiny nothing missing searching everyone soulmate somewhere most lacking needing
We come from nothing, we go back into nothing.
That nothing is something, that something is everything.
That everything is the cosmos.
Is this a grand joke telling us? What we really are; just nothing.
Mots clés nothing
from the prose poem "The Universe Thrums on regardless" in my book SPAN.
We are almost nothing in the night. Reduced to warm blobs and the sound of breathing. There is comfort in that.
Mots clés poetry night breathing comfort nothing prose-poem
I hear nothing. I hear nothing, but what does it mean that I hear nothing? I walk in the cemeteries of this city at night and I hear nothing. I walk among mortals and sometimes I hear nothing. I walk alone and I hear nothing, as if I myself had no inner voice.
Anne RiceMots clés silence vampires david nothing vampire inner-voice mortals hear cemeteries
*Nothing is free* asserts two things. Both assertions are true.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaThe old Amy, the girl of the big laugh and the easy ways, literally shed herself, a pile of skin and soul on the floor, and stepped this new, brittle, bitter Amy ... a razor-wire knot daring me to unloop her, and I was not up to the job with my thick, numb, nervous fingers. Country fingers. Flyover fingers untrained in the intricate, dangerous work of 'solving Amy'. When I'd hold up the bloody stumps, she'd sigh and turn to her secret mental notebooks on which she tallied all my deficiencies, forever noting disappointments, frailties, shortcomings.
Gillian FlynnMots clés love loss change marriage relationships hatred criticism failure strangers bullying heartbreak nothing flaws broken-heart scary heartless turmoil puppeteer hurtful change-for-worse emotional-turmoil i-miss-who-you-were missing-who-someone-was
She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.
Gillian FlynnMots clés evil grief stoic nothing release grieving gone heartless malicious sadistic black-heart unimportant sadist birdseed self-obsessed self-obsession
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