Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart. [On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning ]
Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there's no way to stop them. I'm out of control.
People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.
Pensar libremente es distanciarse del cuerpo. Salir de esa jaula que te limita. Romper las cadenas y simplemente darle alas a la mente.
Originality is nothing but judicious imitation. So said Voltaire, the realist. You agree with that? Everything has boundaries. The same holds true with thought. You shouldn’t fear boundaries, but you...
Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.
Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.
Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.
Not that running away's going to solve everything. I don't want to rain on your parade or anything, but I wouldn't count on escaping this place if I were you. No matter how far you run. Distance might...
No matter how long you stand there examining yourself naked before a mirror, you'll never see reflected what's inside.
Nah, I shook my head, things that come out of nowhere go back to nowhere, that’s all.We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died long ago. Even...
Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.
Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn't make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.
Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell.
Listen. I may not be much, but I'm all I've got. Maybe you need a magnifying glass to find my face in my high school graduation photo. Maybe I haven't got any family or friends. Yes, yes, I know all t...
Like my hairstyle? she asked.It's great.How great?Great enough to knock down all the trees in all the forests of the world.
Like flowers scattered in a storm, man's life is one long farewell
Like dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.
Le travail ne représentait qu'ennui pour moi, je détestais aller au bureau. Je me sentais vraiment oppressé. J'avais l'impression que mon moi véritable se rétrécissait de plus en plus, et que j'allais...
Knowledge and ability were tools, not things to show off.