To laugh is to live profoundly.
The history of music is mortal, but the idiocy of the guitar is eternal.
Sí, de repente lo ví así: la mayoría de la gente se engaña mediante una doble creencia errónea: cree en el eterno recuerdo (de la gente, de las cosas, de los actos, de las naciones) y en la posibilida...
Love is a constant interrogation.
Living is being happy: seeing, hearing, touching, drinking, eating, urinating, defecating, diving into the water and gazing at the sky, laughing and crying.
Is not parody the eternal lot of man?
Because beyond their practical function, all gestures have a meaning that exceeds the intention of those who make them; when people in bathing suits fling themselves into the water, it is joy itself t...
It takes a very great intelligence to breathe logical meaning into meaningless ideas.
وقد انتهـى به المطـاف إلى الاطمئنان إلى أن فكرة الحب الذى يحل فجأة كالصاعقة يحرر المرأة دفعـة واحدة من كل كابح وحشمة، وبما أنّها عفيفة وبريئة، فأنها تسارع إلى منح نفسها للعشيق مثلما تفعل أى فتاة داعـر...
ليس في الإمكان قط أن نحدد بدقة إلى اي مدى تكون علاقاتنا بالآخرين هي حصيلة مشاعرنا، حبّنا أو لا حبّنا، رقتنا أو كراهيتنا، وإلى اي مدى تكون علاقاتنا مشروطة مسبقاً بامتحان القوى فيما بين الأفراد
كلما اقترب أكثر من الموت، اقترب أكثر من الخلود.
أن نحب أحداً شفقة به فهذا يعني أننا لا نحبه حقاً
Vivre dans la vérité, ne mentir ni à soi-même ni aux autres, ce n'est possible qu'à la condition de vivre sans public. Dès lors qu'il y a un témoin à nos actes, nous nous adaptons bon gré mal gré aux...
The termites of reduction have always gnawed away at life: even the greatest love ends up as a skeleton of feeble memories.
The old duality of body and soul has become shrouded in scientific terminology, and we can laugh at it as merely an obsolete prejudice.But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomac...
Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding.
Is goodwill so fragile, so precarious a thing, then? (Of course, dear fellow, of course)
Homer never wondered whether, after their many hand-to-hand struggles, Achilles or Ajax still had all their teeth.
Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.
And Jakub realized that this child had done no harm, that he was not guilty of anything, and yet had been born with bad eyes and would have them forever. And he reflected further that what he had held...