You've obviously never been in love.I have actually. And . And—always—without hope—I've never had my love reciprocated ever.
Bellamy found simply a task of amazing difficulty. It was as if ordinary human life were a mobile machine full of holes, crannies, spaces, apertures, fissures, cavities, lairs, into one of which Bell...
El sexo es un invento absurdo que a pesar de serlo no aspira más que hincharse y penetrar. Se supone que tiene algo que ver con el amor, por lo menos ésa es su leyenda, pero el amor es un mito estimul...
Let me sleep at last. I've had misery enough in my life. You said there was nowhere to go to. There is death to go to. I've had misery enough in my life.
Anywhere is dangerous if you carry danger with you.
What greater torment than to see that light, and then to see it eternally withdrawn?
It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day.
I was now, all the time, unutterably tired as if simply keeping alive was a terrible effort.
—La gente no suele saber aplicar la filosofía. Dudo de que ni siquiera los filósofos sepan hacerlo.—La gente puede usar conceptos morales lo mismo que tú has usado ahora el concepto de la verdad para...
He did not touch her but enjoyed the particular intimate pain of the tension between them.
Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams.
I am, I must confess, an obsessive and superstitious letter-writer. When I am troubled I will write any long letter rather than make a telephone call. This is perhaps because I invest letters with mag...
The same virtues, in the end, the same virtue (love), are required throughout, and fantasy (self) can prevent us from seeing a blade of grass just as it can prevent us from seeing another person. An i...
But I live, I , with an absolutely continuous sense of failure. I am always defeated, always.
A few people paused to look at him, but Londoners were by now so accustomed to 'weirdies' of all kinds that his ritual aroused little interest.
Los hombres adultos manifiestan la misma facilidad para hacer suposiciones metafísicas completamente absurdas que ellos encuentran consoladoras. Por ejemplo, la suposición de que el bien es reluciente...
I crave for love, everybody does . . . and I've never had a bloody crumb of it—and I've given so much love to people—I can really love people, I can, I let them walk over me—but nobody's ever loved me...
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Rosina had the fierce charm of the rather nasty girl in the fairy-tale who fails to get the prince, but is more interesting than the girl who does, and has better lines too.
I had deluded myself throughout by the idea of reviving a secret love which did not exist at all.