The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I,...
The essential doesn't change.
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
Quisiera que mi amor muriese...quisiera que mi amor muriesey que lloviera sobre el cementerio
Personally of course I regret everything.Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need,not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy,not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust,not a hope, n...
Perhaps things have changed since. So all I know is that it was much the sameweather when I left as when I came, so far as I was capable of knowing what the weather was. And I had been under the weath...
Nu cunosteam cantecul, nu-l auzisem niciodata inainte si nu-l voi mai auzi niciodata. Imi amintesc doar ca era vorba de niste lamai sau portocali, nu mai stiu precis, si pentru mine asta-i un succes,...
Ni una persona de cada cien sabe callarse y escuchar, ni siquiera lo que eso significa. Y sin embargo es entonces cuando se distingue, más allá del estrépito absurdo, el silencio de que está formado e...
Lucky's monologue: (...)the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all ki...
Lousse tried to make him say, Pretty Polly! I think it was too late. He listened, his head on one side, pondered, then said, Fuck the son of a bitch. It was clear he was doing his best.
Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed….To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringi...
Lasse de ma lassitude, blanche lune dernière, seul regret, même pas. Être mort, avant elle, sur elle, avec elle, et tourner, mort sur morte, autour des pauvres hommes, et n’avoir plus jamais à mourir,...
It's not me, it's not true, it's not me, I'm far.
It was a strange room, the door hanging off its hinges, and yet a telephone. But its last occupant was a harlot, long past her best, which had been scarlet.
It is by the nadir that we come, said Watt, and it is by the nadir that we go, whatever that means. And the artist must have felt something of this kind too, for the circle did not turn, as circles wi...
Is there then no hope? Good gracious, no, heavens, what an idea! Just a faint one perhaps, but which will never serve. But one forgets.
In the end he said, I am Mercier, alone, ill, in the cold, the wet, old, half mad, no way on, no way back. He eyed briefly, with nostalgia, the ghastly sky, the hideous earth. At your age, he said. An...
I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
I say to myself—sometimes, Clov, you must learn to suffer better than that if you want them to weary of punishing you—one day. I say to myself—sometimes, Clov, you must be better than that if you want...
Here he stood. Here he sat. Here he knelt. Here he lay. Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the window; f...