Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
So one invents obscurities. Rhetoric.
Of all the laughs that strictly speaking are not laughs, but modes of ululation, only three I think need detain us, I mean the bitter, the hollow and the mirthless. They correspond to successive… how...
Morning is the time to hide. They wake up, hale and hearty, their tongues hanging out for order, beauty and justice, baying for their due. Yes, from eight or nine till noon is the dangerous time. But...
Memory and Habit are attributes of the Time cancer. They control the most simple Proustian episode, and an understanding of their mechanism must precede any particular analysis of their application.
I saw the mountain, impassible, cavernous, secret, where from morning to night I’d hear nothing but the wind, the curlews, the clink like distant silver of the stone-cutters’ hammers.
I must be happy, he said, it is less pleasant than I should have thought.
I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
I have spoken softly, gone my ways softly, all my days, as behoves one who has nothing to say, nowhere to go, and so nothing to gain by being seen or heard.
From the meanest creature one departs wiser, richer, more conscious of one's blessings.
But even them, my pains, I understand ill. That must come from my not being all pain and nothing else. There's the rub. Then they recede, or I, till they fill me with amaze and wonder, seen from a bet...
Bah, the latest news, the latest news is not the last.
And if ever I'm reduced to looking for a meaning to my life, you never can tell, it's in that old mess I'll stick my nose to begin with, the mess of that poor old uniparous whore and myself the last o...
ماذا علي أن أفعل؟ أرقب النافذه ،أطلق العنان لآلامي ، لعجزي،أغص،واسقط،أنهض،وأغص، وأفترض ،وأنكر، أؤكد وأغرق .أغادر نفسي بسرور أقل .
Yes, my resolutions were remarkable in this, that they were no sooner formed than something always happened to prevent their execution.
We should turn resolutely towards Nature.
POZZO:Non piange più. (A Estragone) In un certo senso l'ha sostituito lei. (Pensieroso) Le lacrime del mondo sono immutabili. Non appena qualcuno si mette a piangere, qualcun altro, chissà dove, smett...