There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me.
One reads in order to ask questions
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.
This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
If what was supposed to have been destroyed in Paradise was destructible, then it was not decisive; but if it was indestructible, then we are living in a false belief.
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
Evil is whatever distracts.
Writing means revealing oneself to excess.
I am more uncertain than I ever was; I feel only the power of life. And I am senselessly empty.
sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
Adam's first domestic pet after the expulsion from Paradise was the serpent.
I made the remark that I don't avoid people in order to live quietly, but rather in order to be able to die quietly.
Evil is the starry sky of the Good.
In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.
If something good has lost its way into you, it will make its escape overnight. I know you.
Everything you say is boring and incomprehensible, but that alone doesn't make it true.
The spirit becomes free only when it ceases to be a support.
As far as I have seen, at school...they aimed at blotting out one's individuality.
The limited circle is pure.
The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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