i quote this at people at least once a day

The beauty of prepositions.

English version:

I live in a house right by the sea. By chance, many people have asked me if I have read anything by Voltaire. Unfortunately I haven’t, but once I was sat by a man and I read a quote from Voltaire on his phone and I still remember it by heart - [quote here]. By mistake, I accidentally peered too closely and he saw me being nosey and edged away little by little until there was at least 1 by 1 metres worth of space between us.

I remember that day well, cause when I left the man I saw a sign by a supermarket saying “Carrots - €1 by the kilo!”. I thought I could save a lot of money by buying these carrots, so I went into this supermarket. Inside the supermarket there was a sign saying “we can sell items in GBP by request” - very useful for a tourist like myself!

That was an odd story typed by means of a laptop and by means of my hands, but by night my mind runs wild. Truth be told, day by day my mind runs wild but hopefully I’ll have sorted it by Friday.

Denglisch version:

I live in a house right an the sea. Durch chance, many people have asked me if I have read anything von Voltaire. Unfortunately I haven’t, but once I was sat zu a man and I read a quote from Voltaire on his phone and I still remember it auswendig - [quote here]. Aus mistake, I accidentally peered too closely and he saw me being nosey and edged away little und little until there was at least 1 mal 1 metres worth of space between us.

I remember that day well, cause when I left the man I saw a sign neben a supermarket saying “Carrots - €1 pro the kilo!”. I thought I could save a lot of money indem buying these carrots, so I went into this supermarket. Inside the supermarket there was a sign saying “we can sell items in GBP auf request” - very useful for a tourist like myself!

That was an odd story typed mit my laptop and per my hands, but bei night my mind runs wild. Truth be told, day für day my mind runs wild but hopefully I’ll have sorted it bis Friday.


By the way/Übrigens I shall end with a quote from Mark Twain:

“…a seemingly insignificant preposition intrudes itself into my sentence, clothed with an awful and unsuspected power, and crumbles the ground from under me.”

  • Kunikida: It's time to do what you do best, Dazai.
  • Dazai: Get on people's nerves?
  • Kunikida: Exactly!
  • Atsushi: [watching them] Their partnership is amazing... [in his head] Though I am not sure if it's supposed to be a positive thing.

This is pretty funny since he was actually a philosopher. Why is that so funny? Because he said stuff like this:

We should consider every day lost in which we have not danced at least once.”

Maturity consists in having rediscovered the seriousness one had as a child at play

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. “

Which would mean that he would love to dance. So this cover actually makes sense! But I love some of his other quotes too.

God is dead.

Out of life’s school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.

This is comedy gold people.

People talk about love like it’s roses on a bright sunny day,
like sitting atop a red checkered blanket beneath a big green tree with lots of foliage,
like laying an ear to her chest and hearing her heart beat faster because of your touch.

But I think I’ve been in love, at least once, and let me tell you now
it is not sunshine and soft edges and summertime picnics.
It’s not always hand-holding and giggling and walking together barefoot someplace nice.

Sometimes it’s throwing things across an empty room
and the room is empty because he’s packed up his things and left.
Sometimes it’s dreaming about her cheating and waking up angry because you know that dreams always, always mean something.
Sometimes it’s seeing him with an old friend of his but she’s beautiful and you’re jealous. More than jealous.
You hate her. You hope that he stops seeing her. He can’t be near her. Does he like her? Does he need her? You need him.
Sometimes it’s calling at 4 AM because you both went to bed angry, and you’re scared that angry means done. You call and you hear his voice and you think that everything might be fine again but then you fight until 6.

Love is not easy,
it’s harsh and it’s dark sometimes and it leaves you bleeding and scarred and aching.
But if you’re lucky,
the one that you love is bleeding too,
for you.
Hopefully
you both believe that it’s worth it.

—  Love
I remember once in school someone saying I came from a broken home. That’s what they used to call it when your parents got divorced, even though getting divorced was the least broken they ever did. When I heard that as a kid, I wondered if broken homes were where broken people lived. It was silly, I mean I was just a little kid. But, to this day I still wonder.
—  Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy 11x24)

And still to this day, I’ll have music playing in my heart and poetry dancing in my soul when thinking of you. I think the best people will leave ink running through your veins forever, if they once made you feel something beyond words. They’ll have you writing poems after poems, but no poem will ever be descriptive enough of what they made you feel. Yet, you keep trying to catch at least a glimpse of the magic that they gave you and put it into words.

You taught me how beauty carries on even after a terrible downfall.
How love can simply end as nothing, but still be your all.

—  t.j. // Even the little but magical moments last forever
I never learned how to swim.
I wouldn’t hesitate to go splash around, but wherever I was would have to be shallow.
So isn’t it funny that I’ve stumbled across you, a human being that is one of the least shallow people I have ever met, yet instead of backing away towards something or someone safer, I have this urge to explore you, even though you are an ocean and I’ve only been in pools?
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (15/366)
There are three kinds of secrets. One is the sort everyone knows about, the sort you need at least two people for. One to keep it. One to never know. The second is a harder kind of secret: one you keep from yourself. Every day, thousands of confessions are kept from their would-be confessors, none of these people knowing that their never-admitted secrets all boil down to the same three words: I am afraid.

And then there is the third kind of secret, the most hidden kind. A secret no one knows about. Perhaps it was known once, but was taken to the grave. Or maybe it is a useless mystery, arcane and lonely, unfound because no one ever looked for it.
—  The Dream Thieves, Maggie Stiefvater