One should not believe too easily in a life which can easily vanish.
How can we imagine what our lives should be without the illumination of the lives of others?
I sometimes say that I don't make anything up - obviously that's not true. But I am uninterested in writers who say that everything comes out of the imagination. I would rather be in a room with someo...
They lay silently. She was staring at something across the room. She was making him feel uncomfortable. 'It wouldn't work. It's the attraction of opposites,' he said.We're not opposites.'I don't mean...
You’re so American. You believe everything is possible, everything will come. I know differently.
We were moderate, we will never know what it is to spill out our lives...
There are men who seem to have seized the trunk of life, and he was one of them. It might not be for everyone, the great, scarring thing you could not get your arms around, but it was there for him.
It’s ahead of us. All I can tell you is, not even courage will help. Are you reading Alma Mahler again? No. Her voice was even and knowing. The underground river. The ceiling lowers, grows wet, the wa...
I am afraid of him, of all men who are successful in love.
His mother is dead. She was a suicide. Her marriage was terrifying to her. In the center of it she found herself completely alone. During the last year she sent long telegrams to her sister, sometimes...
He knew all the constellations. He had seen them rise in darkness over heartbreaking coasts.
Events need their invitation, dissolutions their start.
But knowledge does not protect one. Life is contemptuous of knowledge; it forces it to sit in the anterooms, to wait outside. Passion, energy, lies: these are what life admires. Still, anything can be...
As Rilke says, there are no classes for beginners in life, the most difficult thing is always asked of one right away.
Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave
Vamos allá, arriesguemos nuestras vidas. Porque si tienen algún valor, es precisamente que no tienen ninguno.
Mentre sedevano vicini o mangiavano o camminavano, lui condivideva liberamente con lei i suoi pensieri e le sue idee sulla vita, la storia, l’arte. Le parlava di ogni cosa. Sapeva che lei non si inter...
He no longer lives in years; he is down to seasons. Finally it will become single nights, each one perilous as a lunar journey. He
Gevoel van moed. Groot verlangen verder te leven.
Art, in a sense, is life brought to a standstill, rescued from time. The secret of making it is simple: discard everything that is good enough.