Niciodată nu iubim pe cineva. Iubim doar ideea pe care ne-o facem despre acel cineva. E un concept care ne aparţine şi, de fapt, pe noi înşine ne iubim.E un adevăr valabil în toate etapele iubirii. În...
I’m lost if I find myself; I doubt what I discover; I don’t have what I’ve obtained. I sleep as if I were taking a walk, but I’m awake. I wake up as if I’d been sleeping, and I don’t belong to me. Lif...
I’m astounded whenever I finish something. Astounded and distressed. My perfectionist instinct should inhibit me from finishing; it should inhibit me from even beginning. But I get distracted and star...
I don’t know if I have a fever, as I feel I do, or if I’ve stopped having the fever of sleeping through life. Yes, I repeat, I’m like a traveller who suddenly finds himself in a strange town, without...
I don’t know how many souls I have.I’ve changed at every moment.I always feel like a stranger.I’ve never seen or found myself.From being so much, I have only soul.A man who has soul has no calm.A man...
I don't even suffer. My disdain for everything is so complete that I even disdain myself. The contempt I have for the sufferings of others I also have for my own. And so all my suffering is crushed un...
Heine said that every great tragedy was followed by a general blowing of noses. As a Jew, he saw all too clearly the universal nature of humanity.
For those few like me who live without knowing how to have life, what’s left but renunciation as our way and contemplation as our destiny? Not knowing nor able to know what religious life is, since fa...
Civilisation consists in giving something a name that doesn't belong to it and then dreaming over the result. And the false name joined to the true dream does create a new reality. The object does cha...
Between your body and my desire for itStretches the chasm of you being conscious.If only I could love and possess you Without you existing or being there!
At the end of this day there remains what remained yesterday and what will remain tomorrow: the insatiable, unquantifiable longing to be both the same and other.
And leaning out the window, enjoying the day above the varying volume of the entire city, only one thought swells my soul – the intimate will to die, to finish, not to see more light over any city, no...
And I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.
All effort is pointless, but it passes the time. Reasoning is sterile, but amusing. Loving is tedious, but possibly preferable to not loving.
Agir, eis a inteligência verdadeira. Serei o que quiser. Mas tenho que querer o que for. O êxito está em ter êxito, e não em ter condições de êxito. Condições de palácio tem qualquer terra larga, mas...
A avea cât să mănânci şi să bei,unde să locuieşti şi puţin timp liber ca să poţi să visezi,să scrii sau să dormi,oare ce aş putea să le cer mai mult Zeilor,sau să sper din partea Destinului?
شالٌ وضعتهِجعلكِ تبدين أكبر
Todo se me evapora. Mi vida entera, mis recuerdos, mi imaginación y lo que contiene, mi personalidad, todo se me evapora. Continuamente siento que he sido otro, que he sentido otro, que he pensado otr...
There are pigs like me that wallow in their destiny, not drawing away from the banality of daily life because they’re enthralled by their own impotence.
There are inner sufferings so subtle and so diffuse that we can’t tell whether they belong to the body or the soul, whether they’re an anxiety that comes from our feeling that life is futile or an ind...