It was not the mask I was afraid of...but of what lay behind the mask. The eternal source of all fear, all horror, all real evil, man himself
I'm not really sorry. But I'm not absolutely unsorry.
I needed a new mystery.
I knew that on that island one was driven back into the past. There was so much space, so much silence, so few meetings that one too easily saw out of the present, and then the past seemed ten times c...
I could offer no consolation and I do not think he wanted any. There are situations in which consolation only threatens the equilibrium that time has instituted.
Hemos estado completamente desnudos uno frente al otro... ¡No podemos estar más separados, sin embargo! Pero lo estamos,
He said, I suppose there are people who are purely moved by great art. I never met a painter who was. I'm not. All I think of when I see that picture is that it has the supreme mastery I have spent al...
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...
Birine bağırmak, hala bir bağın bulunduğunu gösterir.
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.
In essence the renaissance is simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.
– Ух какой громадный, – пробормотала она.
¿Cómo es posible que me ame como dice? ¿Cómo puede amarse a una persona a quien no se conoce?
We lack trust in the present, this moment, this actual seeing, because our culture tells us to trust only the reported back, the publicly framed, the edited, the thing set in the clearly artistic or t...
To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape. And my feelings, at the end of that wretched term, were those of a man who knows he's...
She was trying to write a novel, it was so slow, you had to destroy so much and start again; so hard to discover whether one was really a writer or just a victim of a literary home environment.
Just those three words, said and meant.I love you.
It's like living in the Arabian Nights. Being the favourite in the harem. But the one perfume you really want is freedom.
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...
He said it as if ‘very rich’ was a nationality; as perhaps it is.