I was not beautiful, but I believed I had the possibility of beauty in me.
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end. But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
Usputna činjenica: kukce ne privlači plamen svijeće, privlači ih svjetlo onkraj plamena, oni odlaze u vatru i ispeku se, odu u ništavilo jer toliko žude za svjetlom s druge strane.
Superstitions are a comfort sometimes, I don't know why you so adamantly refuse all comforts.
Remember, how often the great art of the past didn't look great at first, how often it didn't look like art at all; how much easier it is, decades or centuries later, to adore it, not only because it...
Oh, pride, pride. I was so wrong. It defeated me. It simply proved insurmountable. There was so much, oh, far too much for me. I mean, there's the weather, there's the water and the land, there are th...
Here, then, is the last moment of true perception, a man fishing in a red jacket and a cloudy sky reflected on opaque water.
Clarissa, sane Clarissa-exultant, ordinary Clarissa- will go on, loving London, loving her life of ordinary pleasure, and someone else, a deranged poet, a visionary, will be the one to die.
What you are, more than anything, is alive.
There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children...
The implication of this particular tale is: Trust strangers. Believe in magic.
Parents are the mystified criminals, blinking in the docks, making it all the worse for themselves with every word they utter.
Sanity involves a certain measure of impersonation, not simply for the benefit of husband and servants but for the sake, first and foremost, of one's own convictions.
You know, if you're hopeful, if you're even a little bit happy about something that might happen, it doesn't affect the outcome. You could still give yourself a period of optimism, even if it all fall...
You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.
It’s remarkable, being alive.
Eukko tarjoilee jättiläiselle härän. Kokonaisen härän.Jättiläinen: Eukko: Jättiläinen: Eukko: Jättiläinen:
Barrett is a bigger guy, not fat (not yet) but ursine, crimson of eye and lip; ginger-furred, possessed (he likes to think) of an enchanted sensual slyness, the prince transformed into wolf or lion, a...
A celestial light appeared to Barrett Meeks in the sky over Central Park, four days after Barrett had been mauled, once again, by love.
One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper.