He was a man whose profession it was to love, and he would offer comfort and guidance to the best of his ability. I
Ha mi, állampolgárok nem támogatjuk művészeinket, akkor feláldozzuk képzeletünket a durva valóság oltárán, s végül már nem hiszünk semmiben, és értéktelen álmokat álmodunk.
But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it.
Blessed be shock. Blessed be the part of us that protects us from too much pain and sorrow. At the heart of life is a fusebox.
Ageing is not easy, Senhora Castro. It's a terrible, incurable pathology. And great love is another pathology.
Agama bukan sekadar ritual dan tata cara. Ada makna di balik ritual dan tata cara itu.
But it was hard, oh, it was hard. Faith in God is an opening up, a letting go, a deep trust, a free act of love--but sometimes it was so hard to love. Sometimes my heart was sinking so fast with anger...
Reality is how we interpret it. Imagination and volition play a part in that interpretation. Which means that all reality is to some extent a fiction.
To be drunk on alcohol is disgraceful, but to be drunk on water is noble and ecstatic.
Shelf, stand mountains of neatly stacked cans and packages. A reserve of food to last the siege of Leningrad. CHAPTER 7 It was my luck to have a few good teachers in my youth, men and women who came i...
You’ve got the wrong fellow. You may not believe in life, but I don’t believe in death. Move on!
Within the limits of their nature, they make do with what they have.
We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship.
We are all born like Catholics, aren't we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?
To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one’s life away.
Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time. Page 212.
Tigers, indeed all animals, do not favour violence as a means of settling scores. When animals fight, it is with the intent to kill and with the understanding that they may be killed. A clash is costl...
Thus set up, pen in hand, for the sake of greater truth, I would turn Portugal into a fiction. That’s what fiction is about, isn’t it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to brin...
They were like curmudgeonly old friends who would never admit that they liked me yet came round to see me all the time. The
Then Richard Parker, companion of my torment, awful, fierce thing that kept me alive, moved forward and disappeared forever from my life.