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“Love doesn't solely consist of books, films, and music and sharing the same past. It consists of the present and the future. It consists of the understanding that you want to grow and prosper together. That you don't solely look at each other but also look in the same direction. We faced different directions, and it's no use to stick to that. We would waste away our time. We only live once. We're obliged to fill our time how we honestly, sincerely, want it to be. My darling, sometimes love isn't enough. Ours we have lost in a time in which both of us kept moving without looking at each other. You will always be a part of me, and I will remain a part of you. You were a good chapter, but never more than that.”

“I have to write. I have to write and re-write myself in all that's hidden within me. The unspoken heart is the place I need to travel to, to rediscover the language that I had lost. I felt and hoped myself empty in dreams that never belonged to me. So how can I be with myself? My heart struggled itself out of my body, lying shattered in pieces all over the places I've never been to and won't ever be, while my head is the only thing remaining, dethinking itself in all that hadn't been and won't ever be.”

“When I think back to the first time we met, it feels like a dream," you said, only a few days later. And thus you voiced what came true only a few months later. It had been a dream. [...] "Even then, you have sealed our preterite," I said. "Why do you say something like this," you asked me. "Because we never had the chance to share the present.”

“the last words have been spoken hanging over my head – the sword of Damocles since the beginning of time I will keep on weeping over thoughts and over you wandering about all of my rooms your absence is all around me and the silence is more frightening then any sound has been before too much is truth in those words: that wonders are falsehood and the days are gone, never to return”

“Real love,” said the old carpenter to the young lady, “is a cock-and-bull story, told by an idiot.” “But why,” she answered, “are you talking in those harsh, black-woven words? You need to believe that one day you will see the light. Maybe this nightmare you've pierced inside your head is only a dream.”

“I swam in the open seas and a faceless man counted the time that nevermore belongs to me. Do you feel the same? Do you dream of a time that bears another name? You drew me in your own image and I wrote your name all over my heart – fiery lights are all I see behind my eyes.”

“Dancing is my passion. Dancing means dreaming with your feet. The poetry of your body. What I cannot express with words I express with my body. I move to the music, let it flow through my limbs. Form the notes within me. Make them visible. Become one with the music. I become an instrument. I become music. I am music. I am entirely in the moment. I live and breathe and swirl in a circle, flow in gentle movements with the harmonies, fly through the skies. I am all mine, all my own. I am free.”