Let us not waste love, it is rare enough
What we really are seems much more like an obscure system of energy out of which choices and visible acts of will emerge at intervals in ways which are often unclear and often dependent on the conditi...
We are clay and nothing is real for us except the uncanny womb of Being into which we shall return.
There was something factitious and brittle and thereby utterly feminine about her charm which made me want to crush her, even to crunch her. She had a slight cast in one eye which gives her gaze a str...
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
T. S. Eliot and Jean-Paul Sartre, dissimilar enough as thinkers, both tend to undervalue prose and to deny it any function. Poetry is the creation of linguistic quasi-things; prose is for explanation...
Sometimes he would have liked to pray, but what is prayer if there is nobody there?
Perhaps the crime was that of letting himself be loved so much more than he loved.
Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
Marian was suddenly overcome by an appalling crippling panic. She was very frightened at the idea of arriving. But it was more than that. She feared the rocks and the cliffs and the grotesque dolmen a...
Instintivamente se sentía identificado con aquellos héroes que comenzaban con H. Homero. Hannibal. Hobbes. Hume. Hamlet. Hitler. Qué cuadrilla. Sólo su propio nombre parecía algo vacío, una especie de...
I'm the absolute queen bee of unrequited love.
I had better spend the day quietly, sleep in the afternoon perhaps, and then start again hunting for Hugo. I would have much preferred to look for Anna. But I had no idea now where to start looking. A...
If even a dog's tooth is truly worshipped it glows with light. The venerated object is endowed with power, that is the simple sense of the ontological proof. And if there is art enough a lie can enlig...
Δεν είναι παραφροσύνη να συγκεντρώνει κανείς την προσοχή του αποκλειστικά σ’ ένα πρόσωπο, να στερεί τον υπόλοιπο κόσμο απ’ οποιαδήποτε σημασία, να μην έχει σκέψεις, αισθήματα ή ύπαρξη παρά μόνο σε σχέ...
Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
Statements made by distant church bells remind me it is Sunday. Today the sky has become cloudy. I have been watching the clouds and it occurs to me that I have never done this in my life before, simp...
She tells so many different stories and they are all false.
She could have a good career. She could be secretary to some interesting man.''I don't want her to be secretary to some interesting man,' said Mor, 'I want her to be an interesting woman and have some...
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