People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees. ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees. ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it. (Szingy Facebook)
when you love someone you protect them from the pain, you don’t become the cause of it (szingy archive)
One day someone is going to hug you so tight, that all of your broken pieces will stick back together. (NégyArt)
As I passed I saw a cafe, a cafe on the street, with an open door, and one small round table outside, just big enough for two persons, two glasses of wine, two small iron chairs, a diminutive cafe…shabby, with a faded sign, a dull window, lopsided walls, uneven roof. The smallness of it, the intimacy of it, the humanity of its proportion… A human being feels one can sit in such a cafe even if one’s hair is not perfectly in place and one’s shoes are not shined… One could sit there and feel unique, feel in tune with the world, or out of tune, feel human and open to human emotion… One could sit there if one felt the world too big and too barbaric, and feel once more in a human setting, a proper setting for a human being… Why did I feel warmed by imperfections, discomfort, and patina? Because intense living leaves scars…inner scars, softened, human wear and tear. ~ Anaïs Nin (Szingy Feeling, Németh György Archive)
NegyArt: Élet és művészet. Végül is, nem a művészet a cél. Az élet a cél. Az élet. ~ Németh György blog, http://facebook.com/george.nemeth.blog
I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be ok. ~ Szingy Archive
Olyan embert szeretnék, aki véletlenül jön az életembe, és szándékosan marad. ~ Németh György történet (Szingy Archívum)
I lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now I’m losing everyone while I’m trying to find myself. ~ Németh György WordPress (Szingy Archive)
Kevés szóval mit mondhatnék magamról. Néha kő vagyok, néha tollpihe. ~ Németh György, RP története
clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky (art by mac stevenson), negyart