Erik B.K.K.

“Under der linden
an der heide,
dâ unser zweier bette was,
Dâ muget ir vinden
schône beide
gebrochen bluomen unde gras.
Vor dem walde in einem tal,
tandaradei,
schône sanc diu nahtegal.

Ich kam gegangen
zuo der ouwe:
dô was mîn friedel komen ê.
Dâ wart ich empfangen,
hêre frouwe,
daz ich bin saelic iemer mê.
Kuster mich? wol tûsentstunt:
tandaradei,
seht wie rôt mir ist der munt.

Dô het er gemachet
alsô rîche
von bluomen eine bettestat.
Des wirt noch gelachet
inneclîche,
kumt iemen an daz selbe pfat.
Bî den rôsen er wol mac,
tandaradei,
merken wâ mirz houbet lac.

Daz er bî mir laege,
wessez iemen
(nu enwelle got!), sô schamt ich mich.
Wes er mit mir pflaege,
niemer niemen
bevinde daz, wan er und ich.
Und ein kleinez vogellîn:
tandaradei,
daz mac wol getriuwe sîn.”
― Walther von der Vogelweide

“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”
― Carl Gustav Jung

“I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I'm gone which would not have happened if I had not come.”
― Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children

“Dear Jesus, please get me out. Christ, please, please, please, Christ. If you only keep me from being killed I'll do anything you say. I believe in you and I'll tell everybody in the world that you are the only thing that matters. Please, please, dear Jesus' The shelling moved further up the line. We went to work on the trench and in the morning the sun came up and the day was hot and muggy and cheerful and quiet. The next night back at Mestre he did not tell the girl he went upstairs with at the Villa Rosa about Jesus. And he never told anybody.”
― Ernest Hemingway, In Our Time