To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.
The kiss stayed there with no place to go, no sensory reserve that could absorb it and file it away as a common act of intimacy, a thousand times received. He knew what Anna was asking: whether you co...
No one ever inhabited the threshold more thoroughly than Kafka. On the threshold of happiness; of the beyond; of Canaan; of the door only open for us. On the threshold of escape, of transformation. Of...
You have to stick up for yourself,he told me.
When you're young, you think it's going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close-as close as you can get-to another person only makes it clear the impassable distance between you.
Three taps means Are you alive? Two means Yes, one No.
There's no match for the silence of GOD.
The misery of other people is only an abstraction [...] something that can be sympathized with only by drawing from one's own experiences. But as it stands, true empathy remains impossible. And so lon...
Having begun to feel, people’s desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions.
Era uma vez um rapaz. Vivia numa aldeia que já não existe, numa casa que já não existe, na orla de um campo que já não existe, lugar de todas as descobertas e onde tudo era possível. Um pau podia ser...
There are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.
Who doesn't wish to make a spectacle of his loneliness?
When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?
When at last I came upon the right book, the feeling was violent: it blew open a hole in me that made life more dangerous because I couldn't control what came through it.
Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.
I did it for myself alone, not for anyone else, and that was the difference.
I danced the only way I knew how to dance: for life, crashing into the chairs, and spinning until I fell, so that I could get up and dance again, until dawn broke and found my prostrate on the floor,...
HOW ANGELS SLEEP. Unsoundly. They toss and turn, trying to understand the mystery of the living. They know so little about what it's like to fill a new prescription for glasses and suddenly see the wo...
Better to try and fail than not to try at all
23. OUTSIDE, IT WAS STILL COMING DOWN