I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?
I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither...
His growing lack of concern for the others hardly surprised him, whereas previously he had prided himself on being considerate.
Extraordinary,' said the Burgomaster, 'extraordinary. And now do you think of staying here in Riva with us?'
At least descriptive psychology is probably, taken as a whole, a form of anthropomorphism, a nibbling at our own limits.
He had probably been thrown out of a wine shop, and it hadn't quite dawned on him yet.
Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
و لا شك ان ابائنا الاولين عندما اخطأوا , لم يكونوا قد توهموا علي الاغلب ادني وهم بان خطائهم ذاك كان خطأ لا نهايه له . فلقد كان ما يزال في وسعهم ان يروا بالفعل مفترق الطرق . و لقد كان سهلا ظان يتراجعوا...
فهل يوجد يا ميلينا، ثمة مكان في هذه الدنيا يسعه أن يطيق معي صبرًا
Whatever he may seem to us, he is yet a servant of the Law; that is, he belongs to the Law and as such is set beyond human judgment.
Then his head sank to the floor of its own accord and from his nostrils came the last faint flicker of his breath.
One learns when one has to; one learns when one needs a way out; one learns at all costs. One stands over oneself with a whip; one flays oneself at the slightest opposition.
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
But what shall I do when instead of a heart this fear is beating in my body?
But perhaps the enthusiastic sensibility of young women of her age also played a role. This feeling sought release at every opportunity, and with it Grete now felt tempted to want to make Gregor's sit...
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
The meaning of life is that it stops.
إن المرء يكون بالغ الأنانية عندما يكون متعبًا