Of course, when you love the unwell, you constantly have to ask yourself: Do I love her, or her illness? Am I her lover or her healer?
NIkad se nisam zamajavao nacelima vernosti ili okovima tradicionalnog. Cestitost je patolosko nasilje a dobrota prepreka.
Most people don’t know how to maximise their pleasure, they sexualise their pain. Surely you’ve noticed that most people live without love, spending their lives trying to find people they’re not turne...
Forgetting, along with hypocrisy, were, to him, the necessary arts central to living.
Erosova masinerija sastavlja i rastavlja, obnavlja u coveku zudnju za zivotom.
Cuando hablo conmigo mismo, es con ella con quien hablo
But to be able to bear one's own mind, to wait while the inner storm of intolerable thoughts blows itself out, leaving one to contemplate the debris with some understanding--that is an enviable state...
At the deepest level people are madder than they want to believe. You will find that they fear being eaten, and are alarmed by their desire to devour others.
At detumescence, after all, there is conversation, that is where love begins.
As I watched Jamila I thought what a terrific person she'd become. She was low today, and she was often scornful of me anyway, the supercilious bitch, but I couldn't help seeing that there was in her...
And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language
Ali isto tako sam i shvatio da prestupnistvo samo ucvrscuje pravila koja pokusava da prekrsi. Nista ne osnazuje normu kao odstupanje od nje.
لا تكافح تحت أي ظرف كان . الكفاح جهل ! إنها حكمة فطرية . اتبع مشاعرك فقط و افعل ماتحبه.يرد تيد بيأس : إذا اتبعت مشاعري اللعينة سوف يفسد كل شيء
You know, when you end a relationship and say you fell out of love, you actually mean you were never really in love. The past is a river, not a statue.
Without love, most of life remains concealed. Nothing is as fascinating as love, unfortunately.
Who doesn’t love cock?
What’s that?’ his wife said. She came closer. ‘It’s a penis,’ she said. ‘You’ve come home with a man’s penis – complete with balls and pubic hair – in your pocket. Where did you get it?
This ghost of a mother had begun to ask him questions about who he was and who he truly loved. Was he capable of love?
These days everyone was insisting on their identity, coming out as a man, woman, gay, black, Jew - brandishing whichever features they could claim, as if without a tag they wouldn’t be human.
The master would always be the one who could wait without anxiety;