When she went out she used to wear a lot of eye shadow, which married with the sulky way she sometimes held her mouth to give her a characteristic bruised look; a look that subtly made one want to bru...
The rival you both share is myself. I do not wish to marry ... First, because my past habituated me to loneliness. I had always thought I hated it. And now I have found I treasure it. I do not want to...
The ordinary man is the curse of civilization.
The dead live. How do they live? By love.
No doubt our accepting what we are must always inhibit our being what we ought to be.
Kuulamine nõuab kahte poolt. Ühte, kes annab, ja teist, kes võtab, mida antakse.
It's like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it's silly. A toy I've played with too often. It's a little sad, like an old golliwog at the bottom of the cupboard. Inno...
It's despair that so few of us care. It's despair that there's so much brutality and callousness in the world. It's despair that perfectly normal young men can be made vicious and evil because they've...
It is me. I am his madness. For years he's been looking for something to put his madness into. And he found me.
If a person is intelligent, then of course he is either an agnostic or an atheist. Just as he is a physical coward. They are automatic definitions of high intelligence.
Because they died, we know we still live. Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.
Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind.
She's always looking for poetry and passion and sensitivity, the whole Romantic kitchen. I live on a rather simpler diet.' 'Prose and pudding?''I don't expect attractive men necessarily to have attrac...
If you feel something deeply, you’re not ashamed to show your feeling.
I'm not really sorry. But I'm not absolutely unsorry.
I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.
Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things.
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
The second cause of failure to enact good stems from conflict of intention. High intelligence leads to multiplicity of interest and a sharpened capacity to foresee the consequences of any action. Will...
Staring out to sea, I finally forced myself to stop thinking of her as someone still somewhere, if only in memory, still obscurely alive, breathing, doing, moving, but as a shovelful of ashes already...