Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words.
Books lie, he said.God dont lie.No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words.He held up a chunk of rock.He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things.The squatters in their rags nodde...
BIANCO- Non mi pare proprio. Lei lo vede, Gesù? NERO- No. Non lo vedo.BIANCO- Però ci parla.NERO- Ogni santo giorno.BIANCO- E lui parla con lei.NERO- Mi ha parlato. Si.BIANCO- Ma lei lo sente? Sente p...
Avevo un lavoro dalle 9 alle 5. O meglio, dalle otto alle quattro. Poi le cose capitano come capitano. Non te lo chiedono prima. Non ti chiedono il permesso.
At our noblest we announce to the darkness that we will not be diminished by the brevity of our lives.
And the answer, said the judge. If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man...
And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. An...
And he no longer cared to tell which were things done and which dreamt.
All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain.
All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.
All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.
A constellation of ignited eyes that edged the ring of light all bound in a precarious truce before this torch whose brightness had set back the stars in their sockets.
A ceremony then. One could well argue that there are not categories of no ceremony but only ceremonies of greater or lesser degree and deferring to this argument we will say that this is a ceremony of...
تمدد على اﻷرض يصغى إلى صوت الماء وهو يسيل على جذوع اﻷشجار، إن أعماق الحقيقة تتجلى بالبرد والصمت وبرماد العالم الحديث، رماد يحمله البرد الشديد والرياح العاتية جيئة وذهابا في دورة عبثية. رماد تجمعه الري...
С ним и раньше бывало такое. Не просто чувство безысходности и пустоты, нет. Ощущение, что мир сокращается до размеров ядра атома.
Посмотрел на сына.— Наша жизнь, по-твоему, кошмар?— А ты как думаешь?— Ну смотри. Мы пока живы. Столько всего плохого произошло, а мы еще живы.— Ну да.— Ты не считаешь, что это здорово?— Думаю, что ни...
They rode out on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them...
Se sentó con las manos ahuecadas en el regazo y aparentemente satisfecho con el mundo, como si se le hubiera consultado a él en el momento de su creación.
It. It’s a life’s work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong.
In dreams it is often the case that the greatest extravagances seem bereft of their power to astonish and the most improbable chimeras seem commonplace.