“It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.”
“I did not want to think so much about her. I wanted to take her as an unexpected, delightful gift, that had come and would go again — nothing more. I meant not to give room to the thought that it could ever be more. I knew too well that all love has the desire for eternity and that therein lies its eternal torment. Nothing lasts. Nothing.”
“Keep things at arm's length... If you let anything come too near you want to hold on to it. And there is nothing a man can hold on to.”
“Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.”
“I wandered through the streets thinking of all the things I might have said and might have done had I been other than I was.”
“That is the remarkable thing about drinking: it brings people together so quickly, but between night and morning it sets an interval again of years.”
“To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.”
“Sometimes I used to think that one day i should wake up, and all that had been would be over. forgotten, sunk, drowned. Nothing was sure - not even memory.”
“Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.”
“It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.”
“The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely and utterly unreal... It made everything spacious and colourful, the dark stream of life seemed pulsing in it; there were no burdens any more, no limits; there existed only glory and melody and love, so that one simply could not realize that, at the same time as this music was, outside there ruled poverty and torment and despair.”
“With blinded eyes I stared at the sky, this grey, endless sky of a crazy god, who had made life and death for his amusement.”
“For a moment I had a strange intuition that just this, and in a real, profound sense, is life; and perhaps happiness even - love with a mixture of sadness, reverence, and silent knowledge.”
“I had the feeling of slipping down a smooth bottomless pit. It had nothing to do with Breuer and the people. It had nothing to do with Pat even. It was the melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them; that love begins with a human being but does not end in him; and that everything can be there: a human being, love, happiness, life — and that yet in some terrible way it is always too little, and grows ever less the more it seems.”
“- Ты хочешь знать, как быть, если сделал что-то не так? Отвечаю, детка: никогда не проси прощения. Ничего не говори. Посылай цветы. Без писем. Только цветы. Они покрывают все. Даже могилы.”
“- Никогда, Робби, не стремись знать слишком много! Чем меньше знаешь, тем проще живется. Знание делает человека свободным, но и несчастным. Давай выпьем за наивность, за глупость и все, что к ним относится - за любовь, за веру в будущее, за мечты о счастье - за божественную глупость, за потерянный рай...”
“It's no shame to be born stupid. Only to die stupid.”
“I felt the first soft glow of intoxication that makes the blood warmer and spreads an illusion of adventure over uncertainty.”
“Е да, който е сам, не може да бъде изоставен. Но понякога, вечер, изкуствената черупка се пука, животът се превръща в някаква хълцаща, натрапчива мелодия, някакъв вихър от див копнеж, от жажда, тъга и надежда да се измъкнеш от безмисления шемет, да се измъкнеш от безмисленото еднозвучно свирене на тази вечна латерна, все едно накъде ще поемеш. Ах, тази жалка потребност от малко топлота, не можеха ли да я дадат две ръце и едно сведено над теб лице? Или това бе само отказ, бягство? Имаше ли нещо друго освен самотата? ”
“Nothing is the mirror in which you see the world.”
“I've not much interest in the important things of life. Only in the beautiful things. Just this lilac here makes me happy.”
“Then when I am sad and understand nothing anymore, I say to myself that it's better to die while you still want to live, than to die and want to die.”
“Mark this one thing my boy: never, never, never can a man make himself ridiculous in the eyes of a woman by anything he may do on her account. Not even by the most childish performances. Do anything you like, stand on your head, talk the most utter twaddle, swank like a peacock, sing under her window - anything at all but one thing: don't be matter of fact, don't be sensible.”
“Little by little things began to assume a new aspect. The sense of insecurity vanished, words came of themselves, I was no longer so painfully conscious of everything I said. I drank on and felt the great soft wave approach and embrace me; the dark hour began to fill with pictures and stealthily the noiseless procession of dreams appeared again superimposed on the dreary, grey landscape of existence.”
“Extraordinary creatures you young people are, altogether. The past you hate, the present you despise, and the future is a matter of indifference. How do you suppose that can lead to any good end?”
“Haven't you ever observed how we live in an age of self-persecution? What a lot of things there are one might do that one doesn't - and yet why, God only knows. Work has become so tremendously important to-day, because so many have none, I suppose, that it kills everything else... Work, work, work . . . an abominable obsession - and always under the illusion it will be different later. And it never is different. Queer, isn't it, that anyone should do that with his life?”
“Night is nature's protest against the leprosy of civilization, Gottfried. No decent man can withstand it for long. He begins to notice that he has been turned out of the silent company of the trees, the animals, the stars, and unconscious life.”
“Human beings are a much worse poison than schnapps or tobacco".”
“Ligh doesn't shine in the light; it shines in the dark.”
“Nie entschuldigen, Baby. Nie reden. Blumen schicken. Ohne Brief. Nur Blumen. Die decken alles zu. Sogar Gräber.”
“Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.”
“....Master Li turned bright red while he scorched the air with the Sixty Sequential Sacrileges with which he had won the all-China Freestyle Blasphemy Competition in Hangchow three years in a row.”
“She was a desperate woman with frailties just like her, temptations just like her, a woman who had needs, a woman who loved almost to the point of there being no more her anymore, a woman who probably cried too much, just like her, a woman afraid, wanting to believe rather than believing [...]”
“Rome was mud and smoky skies; the rank smell of the Tiber and the exotically spiced cooking fires of a hundred different nationalities. Rome was white marble and gilding and heady perfumes; the blare of trumpets and the shrieking of market-women and the eternal, sub-aural hum of more people, speaking more languages than Gaius had ever imagined existed, crammed together on seven hills whose contours had long ago disappeared beneath this encrustation if humanity. Rome was the pulsing heart of the world.”
“Now what?” Urgit warily asked his bride-to-be.
“Am I disturbing your Majesty?” Prala asked.
“…You always disturb me, my beloved,” he answered her question, spreading his arms extravagantly.”
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