Ezek nem köllenek. Csupa sár, semmi szín. Vagyis hát nem ilyen színekhez vagyok én szokva. Mert vegyük bár akármelyik amerikai várost, ősszel vagy télen, nézzük meg egy távoli dombtetőről, vagy csónak...
He had known in times of the greatest misery or danger that his dreams of home, in which all things seemed beautiful, were in essence his longing for the woman for whom he had been made. That was how,...
He wanted actually to live inside the dream that captured his eye, to spend his days and nights in a fume of burnished gold.
Humanity requires for its understanding and governance not science but art,
I'm a critic. I write essays about works of art. It's like being a eunuch in the seraglio, but unrequited love is the sweetest, and I have the proper distance. I can compress the qualities of beauty I...
I've imagined great victories, and I've imagined great races. The races are better.
Off Castle Garden, a mile to the southeast, near the western edge of Governors Island, a ship lay resting through a foggy spring night before the long and arduous trip back to the old world—whether Ri...
Perhaps he was a fool, but he thought that if a work were truly great you would only have to read it once and you would be stolen from yourself, desperately moved, changed forever.
Souls, like rays of light, exist in perfect, parallel equality, always. But for when infinitely short a time they pass through the rough and delaying mechanism of life, they separate and disentangle,...
The difference between men and women, Alessandro went on, is something that I've enjoyed a great deal. I would almost say that I wish I had enjoyed it more, except that at least half was the feeling t...
The perfect simplicity of salvation is broken up upon these rocks that we have built, and scattered for us to ponder and piece together in a test that tries our patience and understanding. We learn th...
The rich died, too, disappointing all those who thought that somehow they didn't. Peter Lakes had no illusions about mortality. He knew that it made everyone perfectly equal, and that the treasures of...
These are the things in which I was so helplessly caught up, the waves that took me, what I loved. When light filled my eyes and I was restless and could move, I knew not what all the color was about,...
They always say about the soldier that he’s detached. That’s true, for he’s been in the eye of the storm, his heart has been broken, and he doesn’t even know it.
They move, don't they? Who do you think sets things to moving? Nothing that moves lacks a soul.
They would go about town sighing and talking to themselves. I love you, they would say to the imagined beloved, though it might have appeared to someone else that they were speaking to a snow shovel o...
Truth is no rounder than a horse's eye.
Watching the children, he noticed two things especially. A girl of about five, and her sister, who was no more than three, wanted to drink from the pebbled concrete fountain at the playground’s edge,...
What would happen if we took everything that exists in the universe, and divided it by one? I'll tell you. It would remain the same. So, therefore, how do we know that someone isn't doing that right n...
When I got back to Rome I discovered that the Italian army considered me dead—in Gruensee, in the observation post, and on the Cima Bianca. That I was reported killed three times seemed not to affect...
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