But if the Dream Kings were mine, what would I have to dream about? If I possessed the impossible landscapes, what would remain of the impossible?
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.
سلالة النهاية أنتمي الي جيل ورث الارتياب تجاه الايمان المسيحي خالقا في ذاته الكفر بكل أنواع الايمان . آباؤنا مازالوا يمتلكون الباعث الايماني الذي نقلوه من المسيحية الى أشكال أخرى من الوهم , بعضهم كا...
Wise is the man who monotonizes his existence, for then each minor incident seems a marvel.
Trago dentro do meu coração,Como num cofre que se não pode fechar de cheio,Todos os lugares onde estive,Todos os portos a que cheguei,Todas as paisagens que vi através de janelas ou vigias,
To write is to forget. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarate, and the performing arts (such as acting and dance) entertain. Literature, howev...
To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think.
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...
Let us not be deceived by hope, because it betrays, or by love, because it grows weary, or by life, because it satiates but does not sate, or even by death, because it brings more than you want and le...
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?
If this be to have sense, if to be awakeBe but to see this bright, great sleep of things,
I try to say what I feel Without thinking about what I feel. I try to place words right next to my idea So that I won’t need a corridor Of thought leading to words.
I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me. A nearby field, a ray of sunlight, a little bit of calm along with a bit of bread, not to feel oppressed by the knowledge that I...
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.
He was constitutionally condemned to suffer all kinds of anxieties, but fated to abandon them all. I never met a more extraordinary man. He had abdicated everything to which he was by nature destined,...
Every gesture is a dead dream.
As adults our life is reduced to giving alms to others and receiving them in return. We squander our personalities in orgies of coexistence.
Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!
Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.
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...