Emotions and Feelings

How can I die alone. Where will I be then who am now alone, what groans so pathetically in this room where I am alone?

Into the company of love it all returns.

Springtime for Hitler and Germany, Deutschland is happy and gay. We’re moving to a faster pace, Look out, here comes the Master Race!

Time has passed like a courier with urgent news. But that’s just our simile. The character’s invented, his haste is make-believe, his news inhuman.

God has pity on kindergarten children. He has less pity on school children. And on grownups he has no pity at all, he leaves them alone, and sometimes they must crawl on all fours in the burning sand to reach the first-aid station covered with blood.

Never such innocence again.

Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off?

Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off?

Death has got something to be said for it: There’s no need to get out of bed for it; Wherever you may be, They bring it to you, free.

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And honored among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new-made clouds and happy as the heart was long, I ran my heedless ways.

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green.

After the first death there is no other.

They dance between their arclamps and our skull, Impose their shots, throwing the nights away. We watch the show of shadows kiss or kill, Flavoured of celluloid give love the lie.

My steps along this street Resound in another street In which I hear my steps Passing along this street In which Only the mist is real.

When will indifference come.

I haven’t lost a battle yet but I am tense for the first losing.

I haven’t lost a battle yet but I am tense for the first losing.

Offering dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts & come on again, they have to be killed.

The world is gradually becoming a place where I do not care to be any more.

I myself walked at the funeral of tenderness.

He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back. He thought they were old friends.