I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I'd had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her.
Sadness of being misunderstood []; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options...
Brod's life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producin...
The kind of funny irony is that a lot of people talk about ethical meat eating as if it's a way to care about things, but also not to alienate yourself from the rest of the world. But it's so much mor...
The humble antiques salesman who survived off charity, unable to part with any of his candelabras, figurines, or hourglasses
You have to do something bad to do something good.
Why is taste, the crudest of our senses, exempted from the ethical rules that govern our other senses?
Why are you leaving me?He wrote, I do not know how to live.I do not know either but I am trying.
When I heard your organization was recording testimonies, I knew I had to come. She died in my arms, saying 'I don't want to die.' That is what death is like. It doesn't matter what uniforms the soldi...
We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other.
Verlegenheid is als je je afkeert van iets wat je wilt. Schaamte is als je je afkeert van iets wat je niet wilt.
Vegetarians are at best kindly but unrealistic. At worst they are delusional sentimentalists.
There is something about eating animals that tends to polarize: never eat them or never sincerely question eating them; become an activist or disdain activists.
There is noting wrong with not understanding yourself.
The wanting, the needing, the distance, the disappointment: growing, knowing, committing, aging beside another. Alone, one can live perfectly. But not a life.
The more I found, the less I understood.
The images of his infinite pasts and infinite futures washed over him as he waited, paralyzed, in the present.
The horse at the bottom of the river, shrouded by the sunken night sky, closed its heavy eyes. The prehistoric ant in Yankel's ring, which had lain motionless in the honey-colored amber since long bef...
The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering,
The best reason to think that there could be a better future is the fact that we know just how bad the future could be.