We, all who live, haveA life that is livedAnd another life that is thought,And the only life we haveIt's the one that is dividedIn right or wrong.
كلى الشوكولاته يا صغيرةكلى الشوكولاته !سترين لا توجد ميتافيزيقا تُضاهى الشوكولاتهسترين كل الديانات لا تُعلّم أكثر مما تعلمه المِقشدةكُلى أيتها الصغيرة القذرة كلى !ليتنى أستطيع أكل الشوكولاته بمثل اليق...
To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think.
There are moments, such as the one that oppresses me now, when I feel my own self far more than I feel external things, and everything transforms into a night of rain and mud where, lost in the solitu...
Se escrevo o que sinto é porque assim diminuo a febre de sentir.
My lack of initiative was the root cause of all my troubles - of my inability to want something before having thought about it, of my inability to commit myself, of my inability to decide in the only...
Life is an experimental journey undertaken involuntarily. It is a journey of the spirit through the material world and, since it is the spirit that travels, it is the spirit that is experienced. That...
Isn’t love at least a means of possessing ourselves through our sensations? Isn’t it at least a way of dreaming vividly, and therefore more gloriously, the dream that we exist?
In me all affections take place on the surface, but sincerely. I've always been an actor, and in earnest. Whenever I've loved, I've pretended to love, pretending it even to myself.
If our life were an eternal standing by the window, if we could remain there forever, like hovering smoke, with the same moment of twilight forever painting the curve of the hills… If we could remain...
I try to shed what I’ve learned, I try to forget the way I was taught to remember
I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour.....On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden...
How wearisome to let one’s existence become something absolutely dependent on someone else’s feelings; to have no option but to feel, to love a little too, whether or not it is reciprocated.
Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, it seeps into us with every experience of the flesh and of life and, like the web of a great Spider, binds us subtly to what is near, ensnares us in a...
The only way to survive in this world is by keeping alive our dream, without ever fulfilling it, since the fulfilment never measures up to what we imagine.
Chove. Que fiz eu da vida?Fiz o que ela fez de mim...
هكذا أكتب، بشكل جيد أو رديء،مصيباً فيما يسعى إليه قوليأو مخطئاً، أتعثر هنا، أنهض هناك،مواصلاً طريقي، طريق أعمى عنيد.
من سيقرأ أشعاري؟صوب أية أَيْد ستتجه؟زهرة أنا قطفوني من أجل متعة الأعينشجرة نزعوا ثمارها للأفواهنهر أنا و قَدَرُ مياهي أن تفارقني،مقهور، و مع ذلك، تقريباً، مسروركَمَنْ أضجرتهُ ديمومة حزنه.
Wise is the man who has the potential for height in his muscles but who renounces climbing in his consciousness. By virtue of his gaze, he has all hills, and by virtue of his position, all valleys.
We generally colour our ideas of the unknown with our notions of the known.