„And I, infinitesima­l being,drunk with the great starryvoid,likeness, image ofmystery,I felt myself a pure partof the abyss,I wheeled with the stars,my heart broke loose on the wind.“

— Pablo Neruda

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„I like to reinvent myself — it’s part of my job.“
— Karl Lagerfeld
„He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.“
— Haruki Murakami
„Once, when I was young and true.Someone left me sad -Broke my brittle heart in two;And that is very bad.Love is for unlucky folk,Love is but a curse.Once there was a heart I broke;And that, I think, is worse.“
— Dorothy Parker
„I surrender myself to everything. I love, I feel pain, I struggle. The world seems to me wider than the mind, my heart a dark and almighty mystery.“
— Nikos Kazantzakis
„The real movie stars were Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Spencer Tracy, Montgomery Clift. How could I put myself in the same category as Clark Gable? Tom Cruise is a great movie star. Do I consider myself a movie star? I consider myself a guy with a good job, an interesting job.“
— Johnny Depp
„I don't consider myself a great singer--but I have a connection with the audience. There's the artist, and then a void and the audience; but I like to be part of the audience. I'd like to be them, and I'd like them to be me for an hour and a half. I get criticized for being the antichrist, causing kids to commit suicide, but that's total bullsh-t. My intentions are not that. Every year they have Halloween, and all I do is take Halloween night out on the road every night. It's like a Halloween party every night. If that was the case on Halloween night, the police cells would be full--everyone would have turned Satanic for the night!“
— Ozzy Osbourne
„And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apartI carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]“
— E.E. Cummings
„Then such grief took possession of my soul that my heart was wrung, and I felt as though I were dying; and then . . . then I awoke.“
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky