There are times when silence is a poem.
[...] 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,...
Sono gli stessi gradini dai quali Jane Austen fa cadere Louisa Musgrove in . Come è romantico. Gli uomini erano romantici... allora.
Labor is a man crowning glory.Not this man's.I quote MarxI raised my hands. The pickaxe handle had been rough.I quote blisters.
I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.
A total stranger, and one not of one's sex, is often the least prejudiced judge.
Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.
I lay in bed last night and thought of G.P. I thought of being in bed with him. I wanted to be in bed with him. I wanted the marvellous, the fantastic ordinariness of him. His promiscuity is creative....
I know what I am to him. A butterfly he has always wanted to catch. I remember (the very fisrt time i met him) G.P. saying that collectors were the worst animals of all. He meant art collectors, of co...
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...
German is to death what Latin is to ritual religion – entirely appropriate.
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...
There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
Но он настолько ординарен, что это делает его неординарным.
The power of women! I've never felt so full of mysterious power. Men are a joke.
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...
Now I understand why you grow so many flowers.She shifted her head, not understanding.I said, To cover the stink of sulphur.
Just a golden body throwing stones aimlessly into the sea.
He stared to sea. I gave up all ideas of practicing medicine. In spite of what I have just said about the wave and the water, in those years in France I am afraid I lived a selfish life. That is, I of...
Era inútil. Ella había matado todo romance entre los dos, y se había convertido en una mujer cualquiera para mi. Como las demás. Ya había dejado de respetarla; ya nada quedaba de respetar en ella.