If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.
I've been sitting here and thinking about God. I don't think I believe in God any more. It is not only me, I think of all the millions who must have lived like this in the war. The Anne Franks. And ba...
I will tell you what war is. War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships. Our relationship with our fellowmen. Our relationship with our economic and historical situation. And above...
He said, men are vile.I said, the vilest thing about them is that they can say that with a smile on their faces.
Ama Tanrı duaları duymaz. O'nda duymak veya görmek veya acımak veya yardım etmek gibi insanlıktan eser yoktur.
Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.
8. You hate the political buisness of nationality. You hate everything, in politics and art and everything else, that is not genuine and deep and necessary. You don't have time for silly trivial thing...
Я мог бы влюбиться в неё по уши и стал бы невыносимо требовательным, предъявляя на неё собственные права; но я слишком часто грешил этим прежде, чтобы не знать, что стремление лишить партнёра независи...
What this instruction cannot give is the deepest benefit of any art, be it of making, or of knowing, or of experiencing: which is self-expression and self-discovery.
Was too green to know that all cynicism masks a failure to cope—an impotence, in short; and that to despise all effort is the greatest effort of all.
Restless and walked down to the harbour. It was about eleven at night
We are all in flight from the real reality. That is the basic definition of Homo Sapiens.
The sun moved, came on me, made me erotic.Sometimes to return is a vulgarity.The profoundest distances are never geographical.
The only thing that really matters is feeling and living what you believe - so long as it's something more than belief in your own comfort.
The feeling that he would probably betray me. And I’ve always thought of marriage as a sort of young adventure, two people of the same age setting out together, discovering together, growing together....
The best wines take the longest to mature.
That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.
Talking about acting is like boasting about pictures you're going to paint. The most terrible bad form.
She died.I had to prompt him.Soon after?In the early hours of February the nineteenth, 1916. I tried to see the expression on his face, but it was too dark. There was a typhoid epidemic. She was worki...
She argued. She cried. She took my faltering, my tortured refusals for something far finer than they really were. At the end of the afternoon, before we left the wood, and with a solemnity and sinceri...