I stretched to reach the words, but my hands were too small to carry them home.
Words
Music itself has taught me never to underestimate a mistake, for, in the midst of all, it’s often in that mistake where the realm of the unexpected creation is hidden.
Mistakes, Inspiration, Music
te midden vankleurenverwrongen doch schijnbaarleeftijdloosbevind ik mijschouder aan schoudermet de tijdhaar schaterlachweerkaatst tegen de murenvan het eindelozeverstart de wijzersvoor een ogenblikongemerktverbleektwat eens waszo blijktkleurechtheideen illusie.
Time, Illusion
Temporary? Time is temporary.-Tijdelijk? Tijd is tijdelijk.
Time, Eternity
After each book the world changes in my eyes, i have become more suspicious and eager at the same time.
Books, Reading
there is no universal rule for beauty. If we must speak of rules in this respect, we mustn’t be surprised to find as many rules as there are people in this world!
Beauty
Distant throbs at armslength.
Heart
What could ever tempt me to share my pain? Why willingly increase it by coming close to another human being, inevitable causing severe damage with the sharp edges of my broken heart?
Pain, Suffering, Broken Heart
When I am awake, I sleep, but when I dream I come to life.
Dreams, Sleep
You know that feeling of relief as soon as you wake up from a bad dream? That is what I feel as soon as I fall asleep.
Dreams, Loneliness, Depression
Het mooiste van muziek laat zich niet vastleggen.
Music
At times, I get to look music in the face and I can’t help to either cry or blush a little every time I do.
Music, Creativity
Maar ik creëer niet, ik onderga.-but I do not create, I undergo.
Creativity
i am an exile in my own life.
Depression, Exile