He had not the benefit of existentialist terminology; but what he felt was a very clear case of the anxiety of freedom - that is, the realization that one is free and the realization that being free i...
I needed a new mystery.
I should like you also to reflect that its events could have taken place only in a world where man considers himself superior to woman. In what the Americans call a man’s world. That is, a world gover...
It was like a journey into space. I was standing on Mars, knee-deep in thyme, under a sky that seemed never to have known dust or cloud.
It's like living in the Arabian Nights. Being the favourite in the harem. But the one perfume you really want is freedom.
Jung deu um nome ao seu tipo de mulher. Um nome que não ajuda muito. A doença é bem pior do que o nome...
Just those three words, said and meant.I love you.
Lizards flashed up the pine-trunks like living emerald necklaces.
There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be. You are too young to kno...
Yet this distance, all those abysses unbridged and then unbridgeable by radio, television, cheap travel and the rest, was not wholly bad. People knew less of each other, perhaps, but they felt more fr...
¿Cómo es posible que me ame como dice? ¿Cómo puede amarse a una persona a quien no se conoce?
… if you knew the mess my life was in … the waste of it … the uselessness of it. I have no moral purpose, no real sense of duty to anything. It seems only a few months ago that I was twenty-one – full...
Each death laid a dreadful charge of complicity on the living; each death was incongenerous, its guilt irreducible, its sadness immortal; a bracelet of bright hair about the bone.
Men love war because it allows them to look serious because it is the only thing that stops women laughing at them.
Вот она, истина. Не в серпе и молоте. Не в звездах и полосах. Не в распятии. Не в солнце. Не в золоте. Не в инь и ян. В улыбке.
A look I shall never forget, because it was almost one of hatred, and hatred in her face was like spite in the Virgen Mary's; it reversed the entire order of nature.
Come clean Charles, come clean
Greece is like a mirror. It makes you suffer. Then you learn.'To live alone?'To live. With what you are.
He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope....
His name was Captain Montague. He had broken his leg some time before and so had been unfit for active service till then. A kind of phosphorescent pale elegance about his face. A delicate, gallant mou...
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