You wish to be liked. I wish simply to be.
You use your life.
You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it ... fictionalize it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf - your book, your...
We can sometimes recognize the looks of a century ago on a modern face; but never those of a century to come.
Un raspuns este intotdeauna o forma a mortii- Eu cred ca intrebarile sunt o forma a vietii.
They knew they were like two grains of yeast in a sea of lethargic dough—two grains of salt in a vast tureen of insipid broth.
These question-boundaries ...are ours, not of reality. We are led to them, caged by them not only culturally and intellectually, but quite physically, by the restlessness of our eyes and their limited...
There is no plan. All is hazard. And the only thing that will preserve us is ourselves.
The world began in hazard and will end in it.
The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time; our sense of that, not a disinterested love of science, and certainly not wisdom, is why we devote such a huge proportion of the ingenuity...
The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?
The bowed head, the buried face. She is silent, she will never speak, never forgive, never reach a hand, never leave this frozen present tense. All waits, suspended. Suspended the autumn trees, the au...
Not that I will paint in my own way, live in my own way, speak in my own way—they don’t mind that. It even excites them. But what they can’t stand is that I hate them when they don’t behave in their o...
La urma urmei, ce era eu? Ce ma fortase conchis sa spun era foarte aproape de adevar: nu eram altceva decat suma numeroaselor mele esecuri. Jargonul freudian din timpul procesului ma facea sa zambesc,...
It came to me…that I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment, that what I was feeling at that moment justified all I had been through, because all I had been through my being ther...
I hate beyond hate.
I am Mrs. Poulteney. I have come to take up residence. Kindly inform your Master.His Infinitude has been informed of your decease, ma'am. His angels have already sung a Jubilate in celebration of the...
He said, it's rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts. It's what distinguishes all great art from the oth...
Between skin and skin there is only light. And there was my poetry.
A fost odată un tânăr prinț care credea în toate lucrurile, în afară de trei. Nu credea în prințese, nu credea în insule, nu credea în Dumnezeu. Împăratul, tatăl său, îi spusese că aceste lucruri nu e...