Ella ya sólo existe en mis recuerdos. Se ha ido de mi lado. Estaba aquí, pero ha desaparecido. Y allí no hay término medio. Donde no hay lugar para el compromiso no puede haber un término medio. Los q...
Eleven o'clock had come and gone. I had to find a way to bring this conversation to a successful conclusion and get out of there. But before I could say anything, she suddenly asked me to hold her.'Wh...
Dreams are the kind of things you can borrow and lend out.
Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?
Dok god muzika svira, igraj dok te noge nose. Razumes li sta ti govorim? Igraj dok te noge nose. Ne smes da razmisljas zasto igras. Ne smes da razmisljas o znacenju toga. Jer, u osnovi, znacenja nema....
Constipation was one of the things she hated most in the world, on par with despicable men who commit domestic violence and narrow-minded religious fundamentalists.
By then running had entered the realm of the metaphysical. First there came the action of running, and accompanying it there was this entity known as me. I run; therefore I am.
But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abyss of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it.
But if something did happen, it happened. Whether it's right or wrong. I accept everything that happens, and that's how I became the person I am now.
But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?Word games, I dismissed. Every army needs a flag.
But I didn't walk a single step. I stopped a lot to stretch, but I never walked. I didn't come here to walk. I came to run. That's the reason-the only reason-I flew all the way to the northern tip of...
Beethoven, he learned, was a proud man who believed absolutely in his own abilities and never bothered to flatter the nobility. Believing that art itself, and the proper expression of emotions, was th...
Ascribing meaning to life is a piece of cake compared to actually living it.-from Hear the Wind Sing
As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the way it all changed. Living turned me into nothing.
As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about so...
Any explanation or logic that explains everything so easily has a hidden trap in it.
Animals that not only move by their own free will and share feelings with people but also possess sight and hearing qualify as deserving of names.
And it was the kind of thing that loses the most important nuances when reduced to words. He had never told anyone about it, and he probably never would.
All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.
Actually, I’m extremely dissatisfied with being who I am. It’s nothing to do with my looks or abilities or status or any of that. It simply has to do with being me. The situation strikes me as grossly...