And i would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
All [the authorities] did was to guard the distant and invisible interests of distant and invisible masters
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
What a fate: to be condemned to work for a firm where the slightest negligence at once gave rise to the gravest suspicion! Were all the employees nothing but a bunch of scoundrels, was there not among...
We can't carry on like this. Maybe you can't see it, but I can. I don't want to call this monster my brother, all I can say is: we have to try and get rid of it.
Toda esta escritura no es otra
They're talking about things of which they don't have the slightest understanding, anyway. It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.
There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency...
The main thing, when a sword cuts into one’s soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become in...
The correspondence on this subject brings one again and again to the conclusion that you're united by an all but sacramental indissoluble marriage (...) to your husband, and I by a similar marriage to...
Seen with the terrestrially sullied eye, we are in a situation of travelers in a train that has met with an accident in a tunnel, and this at a place where the light of the beginning can no longer be...
O frio e o calor alternam dentro de mim com as palavras de uma frase, sonho com a expansão e a queda melodiosas. Leio frases de Goethe como se percorresse com todo o meu corpoa gama de entoações
Next time I come here, he said to himself, I must either bring sweets with me to make them like me or a stick to hit them with.
Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no fami...
My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word, but what then! I do not see the word at all, I invent it.
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
It seems to be a fact that man, tortured by his demons, avenges himself blindly on his fellow-man.
It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.