Quotes, Lyrics & Poetry - Stamcafé

Deel hier je favoriete quotes, lyrics of gedichten.

Je all-time favorite lyrics, de quote waar je je vandaag door begrepen voelt, the poem that keeps you holding on...

Ik ben heel benieuwd.

hodie mecum eris in paradiso

En verder, natuurlijk, the icon, the legend, everything i yearn to be: V.E. Schwab.

“A dreamer,” scorns her mother.
“A dreamer,” mourns her father.
“A dreamer,” warns Estele.
Still, it does not seem such a bad word.”

The old gods may be great, but they are neither kind nor merciful. They are fickle, unsteady as moonlight on water, or shadows in a storm. If you insist on calling them, take heed: be careful what you ask for, be willing to pay the price. And no matter how desperate or dire, never pray to the gods that answer after dark.

I am stronger than your god and older than your devil. I am the darkness between stars, and the roots beneath the earth. I am promise, and potential, and when it comes to playing games, i divine the rules, I set the pieces, and I choose when to play.

Time moves so fucking fast.

Blink, and you’re halfway through school, paralyzed by the idea that whatever you choose to do, it means choosing not to do a hundred other things, so you change your major half a dozen times before finally ending up in theology, and for a while it seems like the right path, but that’s really just a reflex to the pride on your parents’ faces, because they assume they’ve got a budding rabbi, but the truth is, you have no desire to practice, you see the holy texts as stories, sweeping epics, and the more you study, the less you believe in any of it.

Blink, and you’re twenty-four, and you travel through Europe, thinking—hoping—that the change will spark something in you, that a glimpse of the greater, grander world will bring your own into focus. And for a little while, it does. But there’s no job, no future, only an interlude, and when it’s over, your bank account is dry, and you’re not any closer to anything.

Blink, and you’re twenty-six, and you’re called into the dean’s office because he can tell that your heart’s not in it anymore, and he advises you to find another path, and he assures you that you’ll find your calling, but that’s the whole problem, you’ve never felt called to any one thing. There is no violent push in one direction, but a softer nudge a hundred different ways, and now all of them feel out of reach.

Blink and you’re twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you’re still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost.

Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.

Leodh schreef:
En verder, natuurlijk, the icon, the legend, everything i yearn to be: V.E. Schwab.

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'Three words, large enough to tip the world; I remember you.'

"[T]hen all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago."
Uit Moby-Dick, van Herman Melville

De uitspraak Omnia mutantur, nihil interit (Alles verandert, niets vergaat) van Ovidius vind ik ook erg mooi.

Omnia mutantur, nihil interit

Every dang quote and piece of written text on this way too big pinterest board.

Bedreigde stad van Paul van Ostaijen

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inktzwart schreef:
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Ik wil dit zo graag stalken maar de plaatjes doen het niet en maar twee van de urls die ik kan kopieren doen het 😔 Verder krijg ik een error page

"I whisper 'what the fuck' to myself at least 50 times a day."

Onderstaand dichtwerk blijft absoluut één van mijn favorieten 🥺❤️‍🔥

“Find what you love and do it for the rest of your life” - Matthew Gubler

hodie mecum eris in paradiso

Ik ga op het moment nog steeds goed op de Lyrics van how do I say goodbye van Dean Lewis.

So how do I say goodbye
To someone who's been with me for my whole damn life?
You gave me my name and the color of your eyes
I see your face when I look at mine
So how do I, how do I, how do I say goodbye?

Mijn vader is in Januari 2024 overleden en dit liedje hielp om een of andere reden zo enorm. Het zingt wat dat betreft ook lekker mee.
Dus waar ik het lied 'papa' van Stef Bos echt heel lang niet aan kon horen, was dit juist een nummer waar ik me heerlijk in kon verliezen. Mis hem nog elke dag, maar soms helpt muziek zo goed (:

[ bericht aangepast op 6 nov 2025 - 21:13 ]

It's never gonna happen, Guys.

The Unkillable Soldier van Sabaton geeft me altijd zo'n fucking boost wanneer ik door een lastige periode ga en herinnert me eraan mijn koppie hoog te houden.