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Christina Lara
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Tina - 13.11.2007 @ 20:38
Hey, du hast den gleichen Namen wie ich ;-). Durch Zufall gefunden... find ich extrem lustig ;-)

Stocki - 08.06.2006 @ 20:56
It is all right to hold a conversation but you should let go of it now and then. Eigentlich möchte ich das alles gar nicht so genau wissen.

Matthias R. - 07.06.2006 @ 15:06
markis snipi ist eh der kürzeste- sagt marki

Maximilian M. - 05.06.2006 @ 03:40
Simon, Trailer.

Simon - 04.06.2006 @ 22:05
Markus, geil.

Markus - 01.06.2006 @ 19:56
You have a small penis [Exeunt]

Maximilian M. - 26.05.2006 @ 17:16
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love---love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy. Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind. If you have never seen beauty in a moment of suffering, you have never seen beauty at all. If you have never seen joy in a beautiful face, you have never seen joy at all.

Christina Lara S. - 26.05.2006 @ 15:15
I know the compassion of others is a relief at first. I don't despise it. But it can't quench pain, it slips through your soul as through a sieve. And when our suffering has been dragged from one pity to another, as from one mouth to another, we can no longer respect or love it.

Maximilian M. - 24.05.2006 @ 01:06
As there is a use in medicine for poisons, so the world cannot move without rogues. Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.

Stocki - 23.05.2006 @ 12:03
The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life. Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: The one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it. "If I was your wife Sir, I'd poison you! Madam, if you were my wife, I'd let you!"

Maximilian M. - 06.05.2006 @ 17:25
Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.

Stocki - 06.05.2006 @ 14:34
Happiness is like a cat, If you try to coax it or call it, it will avoid you; it will never come. But if you pay not attention to it and go about your business, you'll find it rubbing against your legs and jumping into your lap

Dennis - 02.05.2006 @ 19:55
Das is ja freakiger als die Rocky Horror Picture Show... obwohl, die auch ziemlich scheisse war...

Maximilian M. - 30.04.2006 @ 18:03
Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities: It's up to you if you sing or sob. Remember, happiness is an inside job.

Stocki - 30.04.2006 @ 17:17
All you need for happiness is a good gun, a good horse, and a good wife

Maximilian M. - 27.04.2006 @ 15:19
Self conquest is the greatest of victories. To live we must conquer incessantly, we must have the courage to be happy.

Christina Lara S. - 27.04.2006 @ 14:33
Life yields only to the conqueror. Never accept what can be gained by giving in. You will be living off stolen goods, and your muscles will atrophy.

Maximilian M. - 27.04.2006 @ 14:09
Gast: Our unity is full of wonder, which your tiny individualism cannot even concieve...

Gast - 25.04.2006 @ 12:26
wie krank seid ihr denn bitte?

Maximilian M. - 25.04.2006 @ 09:43
Self-conceit may lead to self-destruction---dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons. And yet I know not how conceit may rob the treasury of life when life itself yields to the theft.

Stocki - 24.04.2006 @ 20:19
Conceit causes more conversation than wit.

Maximilian M. - 21.04.2006 @ 18:23
Religion is a solace to many people and it is even conceivable that some religion, somewhere, really is Ultimate Truth. But in many cases, being religious is merely a form of conceit.

Stocki - 21.04.2006 @ 14:44
Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.

Jean M. - 17.04.2006 @ 18:43
sei stolz auf dich

Maximilian M. - 17.04.2006 @ 00:09
Jean: Ich weiss ziemlich gut, wem dieses Gaestebuch (ein Forum ist traditionell etwas anderes) gehoert. Vor allem aber weiss ich, wem der Server gehoert, auf dem diese ganze Seite hier laeuft. Welcome to my world, insect.

Maximilian M. - 16.04.2006 @ 23:54
Religion is a crutch for people not strong enough to stand up to the unknown without help.

Jean M. - 16.04.2006 @ 23:15
hey ihr beiden, es gibt doch wichtigeres als diese "Gespräche" oder? Da weiß man fast gar nicht mehr, wem das Forum hier gehört ;) Stocki müsste bescheid wissen....

Stocki - 16.04.2006 @ 13:22
Miracles happen to those who believe in them. Otherwise why does not the Virgin Mary appear to Lamaists, Mohammedans, or Hindus who have never heard of her. I hope I never get so old I get religious.

Maximilian M. - 15.04.2006 @ 22:18
Hope is the companion of power, and mother of success; for who so hopes strongly has within him the gift of miracles.

Stocki - 15.04.2006 @ 19:15
Ingenuity, plus courage, plus work, equals miracles.

Maximilian M. - 15.04.2006 @ 18:27
The best way to convince a fool that he is wrong is to let him have his way. A common mistake people make is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.

Christina Lara S. - 15.04.2006 @ 14:07
If one does not understand a person, one tends to regard him as a fool. He's a fool that makes his doctor his heir.

Maximilian M. - 14.04.2006 @ 16:22
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish. To the fool, he who speaks wisdom will sound foolish.

Stocki - 14.04.2006 @ 16:13
Better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt

Maximilian M. - 14.04.2006 @ 15:37
Wear your learning like a watch and do not pull it out merely to show you have it. If you are asked for the time, tell it; but do not proclaim it hourly unasked. He's a fool who cannot conceal his wisdom.

Stocki - 14.04.2006 @ 15:11
The most learned are often the most narrow minded. He was so learned that he could name a horse in nine languages; so ignorant that he bought a cow to ride on.

Maximilian M. - 13.04.2006 @ 22:10
There are many who know many things, yet are lacking in wisdom. The wisest mind has something yet to learn.

Stocki - 13.04.2006 @ 21:38
Wise men learn many things from their enemies.

Maximilian M. - 12.04.2006 @ 16:17
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.

Christina Lara S. - 12.04.2006 @ 11:15
Nobody ever died of laughter. Laughter is by definition healthy

Maximilian M. - 11.04.2006 @ 14:00
Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter. Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.

Stocki - 11.04.2006 @ 12:14
We don't need no education. Laughter is the greatest weapon we have and we, as humans, use it the least.

Maximilian M. - 09.04.2006 @ 19:52
Education is a better safeguard of liberty than a standing army---History shows that there are no invincible armies. Education is a weapon, whose effect depends on who holds it in his hands and at whom it is aimed.

Christina Lara S. - 09.04.2006 @ 18:39
Education is like a double-edged sword. It may be turned to dangerous uses if it is not properly handled

Maximilian M. - 08.04.2006 @ 12:10
The beautiful thing about learning is nobody can take it away from you---Only the educated are free.

Stocki - 08.04.2006 @ 10:57
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.

Maximilian M. - 08.04.2006 @ 06:19
Freedom is the freedom to say two plus two makes four. If this is granted, all else follows.

Stocki - 07.04.2006 @ 19:59
In a completely sane world, madness is the only freedom!

Maximilian M. - 01.04.2006 @ 17:25
It is not the novelist's job to preach; it is his duty to show. Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad.

Stocki - 01.04.2006 @ 12:17
I consider criticism merely a preliminary excitement, a statement of things a writer has to clear up in his own head sometime or other, probably antecedent to writing; of no value unless it come to fruit in the created work later.

Maximilian M. - 28.03.2006 @ 14:25
Criticism is an indispensable element of culture. In the hands of a man who has read widely but lacks judgment, applied to certain subjects it can corrupt both its readers and the writer himself.

Stocki - 27.03.2006 @ 19:26
Criticism is often not a science; it is a craft, requiring more good health than wit, more hard work than talent, more habit than native genius.

Maximilian M. - 25.03.2006 @ 20:37
In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

Christina Lara S. - 25.03.2006 @ 18:51
Sympathy is the first condition of criticism.

Maximilian M. - 24.03.2006 @ 21:09
The secret of language is the secret of sympathy and its full charm is possible only to the gentle.

Christina Lara S. - 24.03.2006 @ 15:56
Language is the Rubicon that divides man from beast.

Maximilian M. - 23.03.2006 @ 17:57
A perfect prescription for a squandered, unfulfilled life is to accommodate self-defeating feelings while undercutting your finest, most productive ones. Without feelings of respect, what is there to distinguish men from beasts?

Stocki - 23.03.2006 @ 14:58
Do not give in too much to feelings. A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky eart

Maximilian M. - 21.03.2006 @ 19:54
Individuality is founded in feeling; and the recesses of feeling, the darker, blinder strata of character, are the only places in the world in which we catch real fact in the making, and directly perceive how events happen, and how work is actually done.

Stocki - 21.03.2006 @ 19:45
No one should part with their individuality and become that of another.

Sandra Diekmann - 21.03.2006 @ 16:36
max und stocki lieben sich. da geht einiges

Maximilian M. - 20.03.2006 @ 17:03
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?

Christina Lara S. - 20.03.2006 @ 16:45
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

Stocki - 20.03.2006 @ 16:37
Ihr könntet durch nette Einträge ja auch mal für Abwechslung sorgen =)

Maximilian M. - 19.03.2006 @ 01:13
Es mag monoton sein, dafuer ist es aber auch stetig und unbeschraenkt.

Jean M. - 18.03.2006 @ 22:16
Da kann ich Simon nur zustimmen. So langsam könnte die Monotonie dieses Forums aber auch mal ein Ende haben.

Maximilian M. - 18.03.2006 @ 17:54
All you have is your hatred. And your... individuality. Now don't you wish you joined us? Would you then feel so alone?

Simon - 18.03.2006 @ 17:28
ihr beide seid einfach bescheuert :o)

Maximilian M. - 17.03.2006 @ 18:39
We all don't know something. The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.

Christina Lara S. - 17.03.2006 @ 15:28
I was gratified to be able to answer promptly. I said I don't know.

Maximilian M. - 16.03.2006 @ 17:17
If a man tells a lie, thinking it is the truth, does that make him a liar?

Christina Lara S. - 16.03.2006 @ 14:27
To whom do you speak this?

Gast - 16.03.2006 @ 13:04
"A nightingale! Did you hear him down in that spinney? It's a sweet place, this! I don't wonder Pendyce is fond of it. You're not a fisherman, I think? Did you ever watch a school of fishes coasting along a bank? How blind they are, and how they follow their leader! In our element we men know just about as much as the fishes do. A blind lot, Vigil! We take a mean view of things; we're damnably provincial!"

Christina Lara S. - 16.03.2006 @ 08:59
A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making truth itself appear like falsehood

Maximilian M. - 15.03.2006 @ 16:02
If you want to be thought a liar, always tell the truth.

Stocki - 14.03.2006 @ 20:10
What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!

Maximilian M. - 14.03.2006 @ 16:03
Not knowing is much more interesting than believing an answer which might be wrong.

Christina Lara S. - 13.03.2006 @ 20:16
Faith is different from proof; the latter is human, the former is a Gift from God.

Maximilian M. - 13.03.2006 @ 15:25
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

Stocki - 13.03.2006 @ 15:22
Faith is a higher faculty than reason.

Maximilian M. - 13.03.2006 @ 15:06
The wise are instructed by reason; ordinary minds by experience; the stupid, by necessity; and brutes by instinct. Let your desires be ruled by reason.

Stocki - 13.03.2006 @ 14:55
He only employs his passion who can make no use of his reason

Maximilian M. - 12.03.2006 @ 20:36
Light my fire, it is a pleasure to burn.

Stocki - 12.03.2006 @ 20:13
Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.

Maximilian M. - 12.03.2006 @ 18:03
The truth of love is the truth of the universe: It is the lamp of the soul that reveals the secrets of darkness.

Christina Lara S. - 12.03.2006 @ 17:21
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

Maximilian M. - 12.03.2006 @ 17:13
Now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love. Love suffers long, and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.

Stocki - 12.03.2006 @ 11:25
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - that myth is more potent than history. I believe that dreams are more powerful than facts - That hope always triumphs over experience - That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.

Maximilian M. - 11.03.2006 @ 14:08
The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited---the more you know, the more you realise that you know nothing. Imagination encircles the world.

Stocki - 11.03.2006 @ 13:47
here is only one nature - the division into science and engineering is a human imposition, not a natural one. Indeed, the division is a human failure; it reflects our limited capacity to comprehend the whole.

Maximilian M. - 10.03.2006 @ 18:34
It is human nature to think wisely and act in an absurd fashion: In our age men seem more than ever prone to confuse wisdom with knowledge, and knowledge with information, and to try to solve problems of life in terms of engineering.

Stocki - 10.03.2006 @ 15:06
Modern man must descend the spiral of his own absurdity to the lowest point; only then can he look beyond it. It is obviously impossible to get around it, jump over it, or simply avoid it.

Maximilian M. - 09.03.2006 @ 12:04
The privilege of absurdity; to which no living creature is subject but man only.

Stocki - 09.03.2006 @ 11:58
The most absurd and reckless aspirations have sometimes led to extraordinary success.

Maximilian M. - 07.03.2006 @ 19:56
The difference between the impossible and the possible lies in a person's determination. Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible.

Stocki - 07.03.2006 @ 16:46
Impossible is a word only to be found in the dictionary of fools. There is nothing impossible to him who will try.

Maximilian M. - 06.03.2006 @ 22:55
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.

Christina Lara S. - 06.03.2006 @ 18:55
Adventure is worthwhile. We should come home from adventures, and perils, and discoveries every day with new experience and character.

Maximilian M. - 04.03.2006 @ 23:31
I know I should have to get through the Looking-glass again and there'd be an end of all my adventures.

Stocki - 04.03.2006 @ 20:44
The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face; The time will come when it will disgust you to look in the mirror.

Maximilian M. - 03.03.2006 @ 20:26
In this hall of mirrors, built by liars, I am a pale reflection of myself.

Stocki - 03.03.2006 @ 19:46
If you describe things as better than they are, you are considered to be a romantic; if you describe things as worse than they are, you will be called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you will be thought of as a satirist.

Maximilian M. - 03.03.2006 @ 11:48
Reality is a term for people who refuse to see things as they can be, so that they might be, instead seeing things as they are, and lazily assuming that's how they'll always be.

Stocki - 03.03.2006 @ 09:39
All men dream, but unequally. Those that dream at night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake the next day to find that their dreams were just vanity. But those who dream during the day with their eyes wide open are dangerous men; they act out their dreams to make them reality.

Maximilian M. - 02.03.2006 @ 18:57
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Christina Lara S. - 02.03.2006 @ 14:03
Only in dreams does the happiness of the earth dwell.

Maximilian M. - 01.03.2006 @ 13:36
Yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day, in a vision, or in none, is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Stocki - 01.03.2006 @ 13:16
If we hope for what we are not likely to possess, we act and think in vain, and make life a greater dream and shadow than it really is.

Maximilian M. - 28.02.2006 @ 14:10
Hope is the best possession---strong hope is a much greater stimulant to life than any single realized joy could be. None are completely wretched but those who are without hope, and few are reduced so low as that.

Stocki - 28.02.2006 @ 12:58
Loss and possession, death and life are one. There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

Maximilian M. - 27.02.2006 @ 17:16
If any man's work shall be burned, he shall suffer loss: but he himself shall be saved; yet so as by fire.

Christina Lara S. - 27.02.2006 @ 14:43
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Maximilian M. - 27.02.2006 @ 01:33
Antwort: ,,Nein.''

Gast - 26.02.2006 @ 23:42
Frage:"Muss man euren Dialog verstehen?"

Maximilian M. - 26.02.2006 @ 14:08
Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned?

Christina Lara S. - 26.02.2006 @ 11:16
The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express. Beauty in not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

Maximilian M. - 25.02.2006 @ 18:53
Beauty without expression tires.

Stocki - 25.02.2006 @ 14:29
I have never seen a greater monster or miracle than myself. I call ''monster'' every original inexhaustible beauty.

Maximilian M. - 24.02.2006 @ 17:35
He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

Stocki - 24.02.2006 @ 11:30
Good and evil, reward and punishment, are the only motives to a rational creature: these are the spur and reins whereby all mankind are set on work, and guided

Maximilian M. - 22.02.2006 @ 22:19
Multiple exclamation marks are a sure sign of a diseased mind.

Claudia S. - 22.02.2006 @ 18:36
stockii + maaxx !! stockki + maxx!

Maximilian M. - 21.02.2006 @ 22:36
What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.

Christina Lara S. - 21.02.2006 @ 21:49
Hate the sin, love the sinner.

Maximilian M. - 21.02.2006 @ 21:24
Love covereth all sins.

Christina Lara S. - 21.02.2006 @ 20:15
I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.

Maximilian M. - 21.02.2006 @ 19:22
Love is good in feeling, even if you are always being hurt. It is better to be hurt by love than not loving at all.

Stocki - 21.02.2006 @ 16:54
Pain is inevitable. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.

Maximilian M. - 20.02.2006 @ 17:26
He who has never experienced hurt, cannot experience true love.

Stocki - 20.02.2006 @ 16:56
Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love.

Maximilian M. - 19.02.2006 @ 20:36
You can't hide from your past. You'll end up running in circles. The past is a gaping hole. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. but it’s like kissing the lips of your dead love, darkness waiting in the hole of her mouth. We are willing to suffer, to die for the things we care about. For love, for the right choices.

Stocki - 19.02.2006 @ 20:07
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Maximilian M. - 18.02.2006 @ 14:57
There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask 'Why me?' and 'What if?'. Then you look back and see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions.

Stocki - 18.02.2006 @ 14:38
Choose your pleasures for yourself, and do not let them be imposed upon you. Man is made or unmade by himself. By the right choice he ascends.

Maximilian M. - 17.02.2006 @ 21:49
Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?

Stocki - 17.02.2006 @ 18:46
When the righteous man turneth away from his righteousness that he hath committed and doeth that which is neither lawful nor quite right, he will generally be found to have gained in amiability what he has lost in holiness.

Maximilian M. - 17.02.2006 @ 12:06
The merciful man doeth good to his own soul: but he that is cruel troubleth his own flesh. The wicked worketh a deceitful work: but to him that soweth righteousness shall be a sure reward.

Stocki - 17.02.2006 @ 08:42
Inner work is finding joy in work. Our real work is heart work and soul work.

Maximilian M. - 14.02.2006 @ 21:23
The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire; and the fire shall try every man's work of what sort it is.

Stocki - 14.02.2006 @ 19:35
You can't put a great soul into a commomplace person. Commonplace persons have commonplace souls.

Maximilian M. - 14.02.2006 @ 12:53
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.

Stocki - 14.02.2006 @ 11:53
Man consists of two parts, his mind and his body, only the body has more fun; but human felicity is lodged in the soul, not in the flesh.

Maximilian M. - 13.02.2006 @ 14:55
Can you not feel the glory of the flesh?

Christina Lara S. - 13.02.2006 @ 14:51
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

Maximilian M. - 12.02.2006 @ 14:53
An urban legend come true. You complete the jigsaw puzzle to discover it is a picture of yourself, finishing that same puzzle. A mad, green-eyed killer behind you. There's nothing serious in mortality.

Stocki - 12.02.2006 @ 12:20
Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that which is created by man, is immortal. For form is independent of matter: molecules do not constitute form.

Maximilian M. - 10.02.2006 @ 13:55
Behold, I shew you a mystery; we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: For the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.

Christina Lara S. - 10.02.2006 @ 12:16
Change is inevitable. All things must change to something new, to something strange.

Maximilian M. - 09.02.2006 @ 17:41
The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As you piece it together, you cut yourself, your image keeps shifting. And you change with it.

Stocki - 09.02.2006 @ 14:49
We gain the strength of the temptation we resist. The past is all holy to us; the dead are all holy; even they that were wicked when alive.

Maximilian M. - 08.02.2006 @ 16:05
What if you could go back in time, and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better? Resist, humanity demands it!

Christina Lara S. - 08.02.2006 @ 14:54
The value of love will always be stronger than the value of hate.. Any nation or group of nations which employs hatred eventually is torn to pieces by hatred..

Maximilian M. - 07.02.2006 @ 20:41
The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love or justice. Ours is founded upon hatred. Progress in our world will be progress towards more pain.

Christina Lara S. - 07.02.2006 @ 20:13
All men's misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone

Maximilian M. - 07.02.2006 @ 14:18
The old man is the type and the genius of deep crime. He refuses to be alone. He is the man of the crowd.

Stocki - 07.02.2006 @ 13:34
What bloody man is that? I do not know; I am sure I am none such.

Maximilian M. - 06.02.2006 @ 16:29
Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?

Christina Lara S. - 06.02.2006 @ 15:32
Music is well said to be the speech of angels. Music hath the charm to soothe a savage beast, but I'd try a revolver first.

Maximilian M. - 06.02.2006 @ 15:08
My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.

Stocki - 06.02.2006 @ 14:44
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.

Maximilian M. - 05.02.2006 @ 20:01
Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life. Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry. Music, without the idea, is simply music. Without music, or an intriguing idea, color becomes pallor; man becomes carcass; home becomes catacomb; and the dead are but for a moment motionless. Without music, life would be a mistake.

Christina Lara S. - 05.02.2006 @ 17:57
Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.

Maximilian M. - 04.02.2006 @ 19:36
What is it that you fear? The end of your trivial existence? Do you not yearn to be free of the tyranny of the individual?

Christina Lara S. - 04.02.2006 @ 19:13
Simon/Jean: Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely

Christina Lara S. - 04.02.2006 @ 19:10
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Maximilian M. - 04.02.2006 @ 13:57
So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.

Simon S. - 04.02.2006 @ 13:18
da haben aber zwei ganz schön viel zeit.

Stocki - 04.02.2006 @ 11:01
It is silliness to live when to live is torment

Jean M. - 03.02.2006 @ 17:07
... omg, andere Probleme habt ihr beiden in eurer Freizeit auch nicht oder?

Maximilian M. - 03.02.2006 @ 16:34
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them?

Christina Lara S. - 03.02.2006 @ 15:55
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.

Maximilian M. - 02.02.2006 @ 18:43
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; for now hath time made me his numbering clock: The sound that tells what hour it is are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans show minutes, times, and hours.

Stocki - 02.02.2006 @ 14:39
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, and after one hour more twill be eleven. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, and then from hour to hour we rot and rot. and thereby hangs a tale.

Maximilian M. - 01.02.2006 @ 23:22
Our only true life is in the future. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come.

Stocki - 01.02.2006 @ 21:43
We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Heaven will direct it.

Maximilian M. - 31.01.2006 @ 21:07
Being everything which now thou art, be nothing which thou art not---I know thou art valiant; heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.

Stocki - 31.01.2006 @ 19:23
Conscience is but a word that cowards use. Am I a coward?

Maximilian M. - 30.01.2006 @ 17:07
To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause: there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, vhen he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Stocki - 30.01.2006 @ 16:40
All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.

Maximilian M. - 29.01.2006 @ 18:34
Death is inevitable. Our fear of it makes us play safe, blocks out emotion. It's a losing game. Without passion you are already dead.

Christina Lara S. - 29.01.2006 @ 18:28
Good men's lives expire before the flowers in their caps, dying or ere they sicken.

Maximilian M. - 29.01.2006 @ 15:42
The lord giveth wisdom: out of his mouth cometh knowledge and understanding. He layeth up sound wisdom for the righteous: he is a buckler to them that walk uprightly. He keepeth the paths of judgment, and preserveth the way of his saints. Then shalt thou understand righteousness, and judgment, and equity; yea, every good path. When wisdom entereth into thine heart, and knowledge is pleasant unto thy soul; Discretion shall preserve thee, understanding shall keep thee: To deliver thee from the way of the evil man, from the man that speaketh froward things; who leave the paths of uprightness, to walk in the ways of darkness; who rejoice to do evil, and delight in the frowardness of the wicked; whose ways are crooked, and they froward in their paths: That thou mayest walk in the way of good men, and keep the paths of the righteous. For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

Stocki - 29.01.2006 @ 13:47
Heaven is my judge, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

Maximilian M. - 28.01.2006 @ 17:11
I judge not mine own self. For I know nothing by myself; yet am I not hereby justified: but he that judgeth me is the Lord.

Christina Lara S. - 28.01.2006 @ 12:26
I think that thou art just and think thou art not. Dost thou mock me?

Maximilian M. - 28.01.2006 @ 02:31
My soul is dark-–-Oh! quickly string the harp I yet can brook to hear; and let thy gentle fingers fling its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, that sound shall charm it forth again. And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee, my soul, in its bitterest blackness shall be; and our days seem as swift and our moments more sweet with thee by my side than the world at our feet.

Stocki - 27.01.2006 @ 18:43
Have you a soul or sense?

Maximilian M. - 26.01.2006 @ 19:06
Have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?

Stocki - 26.01.2006 @ 13:25
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

Maximilian M. - 24.01.2006 @ 17:59
Oh, you can't help that, we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.

Christina Lara S. - 24.01.2006 @ 15:36
Speak low, if you speak of love. Love is a serious mental disease

Maximilian M. - 24.01.2006 @ 14:19
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; vhere little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Christina Lara S. - 24.01.2006 @ 11:53
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven.... Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed

Maximilian M. - 23.01.2006 @ 17:08
Thou couldest have no power at all against me, except it were given thee from above: Wilt thou then not be afraid of the power?

Stocki - 23.01.2006 @ 16:44
My spirit and my place have in them power To make this bitter to thee

Maximilian M. - 22.01.2006 @ 20:51
Thou knew'st too well my heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, and thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit thy full supremacy thou knew'st---thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up my mortified spirit.

Christina Lara S. - 22.01.2006 @ 13:22
I see you're moved, I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits! I see that nose of yours

Maximilian M. - 21.01.2006 @ 22:26
What, then, do you see?

Stocki - 21.01.2006 @ 19:27
Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it

Maximilian M. - 20.01.2006 @ 19:13
You say true; 'tis so, indeed---is there in truth no beauty?

Stocki - 20.01.2006 @ 16:35
is't true? Wouldst thou do such a deed?

Maximilian M. - 19.01.2006 @ 15:59
They are!—they are! This wild star—I spoke it—with a few passionate sentences—into birth. Its brilliant flowers are the dearest of all unfulfilled dreams, and its raging volcanoes are the passions of the most turbulent and unhallowed of hearts.

Stocki - 19.01.2006 @ 14:29
And yet words are not deeds.

Alexander Timo G. - 18.01.2006 @ 17:19
*doppelbutz* für Freakheit

Maximilian M. - 17.01.2006 @ 20:36
You are well aware that, as no thought can perish, so no act is without infinite result. And while I thus spoke, did there not cross your mind some thought of the physical power of words? Is not every word an impulse on the air?

Stocki - 17.01.2006 @ 19:27
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go

Maximilian M. - 17.01.2006 @ 15:48
What is a thought compared to a mind? To me it is a prison.

Stocki - 17.01.2006 @ 12:25
Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword. Give thy thoughts no tongue. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Maximilian M. - 15.01.2006 @ 18:58
Since you know you cannot see yourself so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself that of yourself which you yet know not of.

Stocki - 15.01.2006 @ 17:57
Make me to see't, mine eyes do itch

Maximilian M. - 13.01.2006 @ 09:10
And it is very much lamented that you have no such mirrors as will turn your hidden worthiness into your eye, that you might see your shadow.

stocki - 13.01.2006 @ 09:01
Life's but a walking shadow

Maximilian M. - 13.01.2006 @ 09:00
I am shadow, and my dwelling is near to the Catacombs of Ptolemais, and hard by those dim plains of Helusion which border upon the foul Charonian canal.

stocki - 13.01.2006 @ 08:55
A dream itself is but a shadow.

Maximilian M. - 13.01.2006 @ 08:52
You are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream---is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?

stocki - 13.01.2006 @ 08:44
There are more things in heaven and earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Maximilian M. - 12.01.2006 @ 18:26
Can heaven be so envious?

Markus D. - 12.01.2006 @ 18:18
Ramirez was an effete snob! He died on his knees. I took his head and raped his woman before his blood was even cold.

Christina Lara S. - 12.01.2006 @ 11:44
The heavens forbid but that our loves and comforts should increase, even as our days do grow!

Maximilian M. - 10.01.2006 @ 19:36
The future comes apace: Stand no more off, but give thyself unto my sick desires, who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever my love as it begins shall so persever.

Stocki - 10.01.2006 @ 16:47
Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. We two alone will sing like birds and we'll live, and pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies

Maximilian M. - 09.01.2006 @ 22:24
Life’s uncertain voyage---this bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

stocki - 09.01.2006 @ 20:44
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!

Maximilian M. - 08.01.2006 @ 23:15
I cannot now bring these points to mind, because, in truth, the character of my beloved, her rare learning, her singular yet placid cast of beauty, and the thrilling and enthralling eloquence of her low musical language, made their way into my heart by paces so steadily and stealthily progressive that they have been unnoticed and unknown.

stocki - 08.01.2006 @ 19:04
Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false. Come, how wouldst thou praise me? Thou shouldst be honest.

Maximilian M. - 08.01.2006 @ 12:34
What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst praise me?

stocki - 08.01.2006 @ 11:00
I will praise any man that will praise me

Maximilian M. - 07.01.2006 @ 16:08
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty as those two eyes become that heavenly face?

stocki - 07.01.2006 @ 11:38
Let me see your eyes; Look in my face.

Maximilian M. - 07.01.2006 @ 00:20
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes which thou dost glare with! But we worldly men have miserable, mad, mistaking eyes.

stocki - 06.01.2006 @ 20:16
And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then When your eyes roll so

Maximilian M. - 05.01.2006 @ 15:41
Tut! Fear not me. It hath made me mad.

Christina Lara S. - 05.01.2006 @ 13:41
So have I heard and do in part believe it. Yet do I fear thy nature.

Maximilian M. - 04.01.2006 @ 22:48
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.

Christina Lara S. - 04.01.2006 @ 14:52
Thou'rt mad to say it!............ Inka und Max sind übrigens demokratisch zu den Kurssprechern gewählt worden!

Maximilian M. - 03.01.2006 @ 18:40
True!---nervous---very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

Jean M. - 03.01.2006 @ 18:01
also bitte, als ob unser Chemie-Unterricht nicht interessant genug wäre, dass jetzt auch noch extra ne stunde geopfert werden soll :-P wäre aber echt mal ne gute idee, so ein kurstreffen, vor allem weil ihr ja beim letzten mal so rar vertreten gewesen seid. also nimm das mal in die hand, du als kurssprecherin ;)

stocki - 03.01.2006 @ 16:20
max, du bist komisch!

Maximilian M. - 03.01.2006 @ 14:00
Mit der Behauptung, niemand wolle ein Kurstreffen, machst du dem ehemaligen irakischen Informationsminister gehoerige Konkurrenz. (Kleine Erinnerung: ``"There are no American infidels in Baghdad. Never!'') http://www.welovetheiraqiinformationminister.com/

Christina Lara S. - 03.01.2006 @ 11:13
es wollte ja keiner ein kurstreffen, also hat keins stattgefunden. wir müssen das nach den Ferien noch mal besprechen. dann geht auch wieder eine Stunde drauf ^^

Maximilian M. - 01.01.2006 @ 16:14
Wo `wir' gerade bei Chemie sind: War nicht irgendwie etwas bezueglich Kurstreffen im Gespraech? Achja: Guestbook-Hijacking ist eine sehr spassige Sache... :P

stocki - 29.12.2005 @ 21:30
danke für diesen absolut überraschenden eintrag =)

Dave G. - 29.12.2005 @ 21:16
*dir was reinschreib* Hallo =) */reinschreib ende*

stocki - 28.12.2005 @ 19:58
lustig sind die stunden auf jeden fall und dein heft wird durch die tollen gespräche auch nur schöner!

Jean M. - 28.12.2005 @ 17:18
Sind schon immerl lustige Chemie-Stunden, auch wenn mein Heft hin und wieder drunter leiden muss :-P

Daniel St - 27.11.2005 @ 20:15
...aber dafür immer noch den Titel "Größter Bauchmuskel".

Matthias R. - 23.11.2005 @ 23:17
Den Vorrechner-Titel hast du in Mathe leider verloren...