The truth sometimes reminds me of a city buried in sand. As time passes, the sand piles up even thicker, and occasionally it's blown away and what's below is revealed.
The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in - and it doesn't have to be very big - is nowhere to be found. You seek a voice, but what do you get? Silence. You look for silence, but...
There are a lot of things that aren’t your fault. Or mine, either. Not the fault of prophecies, or curses, or DNA, or absurdity. Not the fault of Structuralism or the Third Industrial Revolution. We a...
There are many things we only see clearly in retrospect.
There must be a limit to that kind of lifestyle, though, she says. You can’t use that strength as a protective wall around you. There’s always going to be something stronger that can overcome your for...
There's not much you can do about time - it just keeps on passing. But experience? Don't tell me that. I'm not proud of it, but I don't have any sexual desire. And what sort of experience can a writer...
They put up with such strenuous training, and where did their thoughts, their hopes and dreams, disappear to? When people pass away, do their thoughts just vanish?
Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.
Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go...
Time, of course, topples everyone in its path equally- the way that driver beats his old horse until it dies. But the thrashing we receive is one of frightful gentleness. Few of us even realize that w...
To understand something and to put that something into a form that you can see with your own eyes are two completely different things. If you could manage to do both equally well, living would be a lo...
Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in fight, searching the skies for dreams.
Waiting for youranswer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. Atleast let me know whether or not I hurt you.
We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel.
We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.
We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.
We're human, after all, and everybody's got something a little off somewhere.
Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked u...
What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.
What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.
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