I'm only happy when I forget to exist. When just my eyes or my ears or my skin exist.
We think we grow old, we grow wise and more tolerant; we just grow more lazy.
Fue como si me hubiera caído, desde el borde del mundo, al vacío. Un borde que apareció así, como de repente.
[об американцах]— Я понимаю, они — туристы, не отличающиеся очень уж развитым воображением. Вспоминаю, как училась там в школе. Ребята там казались мне гораздо более открытыми, по крайней мере в том,...
Sometimes I almost pity them. I think I have a freedom they cannot understand. No insult, no blame can touch me. Because I have set myself beyond the pale. I am nothing, I am hardly human any more. I...
It's despair at the lack of (I'm cheating, I didn't say all these things - but I'm going to write what I want to say as well as what I did) feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It's despair that...
Sono gli stessi gradini dai quali Jane Austen fa cadere Louisa Musgrove in . Come è romantico. Gli uomini erano romantici... allora.
Sıradan insan uygarlığın lanetidir.
From the hills behind, came the solitary voice of a girl. She must have been bringing down the goats, and she was singing wildly. At the limit of her uninhibited voice, without any recognizable melody...
In spite of her superficial independence, her fundamental need was to cling.All her life was an attempt to disprove it; and so proved it. She was like a sea anemone -- had only to be touched once to a...
[...] era un viso indimenticabile, un viso tragico. Sgorgava dolore con la stessa purezza, naturalezza e inarrestabilità con cui sgorga l'acqua da una sorgente nei boschi. Non c'era artificio in esso,...
Why should I struggle through hundreds of pages of fabrication to reach half a dozen very little truths?''For fun?''Fun!' He pounced on the word. 'Words are for truth. For facts. Not fiction.
He was one of the most supremely stupid men I have ever met. He taught me a great deal.
There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
They're beautiful. But sad.'Everything's sad if you make it so, I said.
Perhaps nowhere is our human mania for possessing, our delusion that the owned cannot have a soul of its own, more harmful to us. This disanimation justified all the horrors of the African slave trade...
Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.
The human race is unimportant. It is the self that must not be betrayed.I suppose one could say that Hitler didn't betray his self.You are right. He did not. But millions of Germans did betray their s...
He makes me change, he makes me want to dance round him, bewilder him, dazzle him, dumbfound him. He' so slow, so unimaginative, so lifeless. Like zinc white. I see it's a sort of tyranny he has over...
A total stranger, and one not of one's sex, is often the least prejudiced judge.
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