Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still...
You're wrong. The mind is not like raindrops. It does not fall from the skies, it does not lose itself among other things. If you believe in me at all, then believe this: I promise you I will find it....
I must be in love with this woman, Sumire realized with a start. Nomistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And thislove is about to carry me off somewhere. This current's toooverpow...
I do feel that I’ve managed to make something I could maybe call my world…over time…little by little. And when I’m inside it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved. But the very fact I felt I had to...
She lived frugally, but her meals were the only things on which she deliberately spent her money. She never compromised on the quality of her groceries, and drank only good-quality wines.
I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next.
Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.
Let your body work until it is spent, but keep your mind for yourself.
So in the end maybe that’s the challenge: to look inside your own heart as perceptively and seriously as you can, and to make peace with what you find there. If we hope to truly see another person, we...
When Debussy was seeming to get nowhere with an opera he was composing, he put it this way: I spent my days pursuing the nothingness -- it creates. My job is to create that void, that . Hunting knife
All I know is I'm totallyalone. All alone i n an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who's lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don't know, and I give up thinkin...
Have your dream...What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand)
I’ve never once thought about how I was going to die, she said. I can’t think about it. I don’t even know how I’m going to live.
Dance, said the Sheep Man. Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind, no...
If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.
Then I noticed that my shadow was crying too, shedding clear, sharp shadow tears. Have you ever seen the shadows of tears, Mr. Wind-Up Bird? They’re nothing like ordinary shadows. Nothing at all. They...
I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.
هناك نوع من الكمال لا يمكن إدراكه سوى عبر التراكم غير المحدود للنقائص.
I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.
When you sneak into somebody’s backyard, it does seem that guts and curiosity are working together. Curiosity can bring guts out of hiding at times, maybe even get them going. But curiosity usually ev...
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