Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?
Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage
It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.
Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.
Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.
To think is an act. To feel is a fact.
I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort
Putting my hand in someone else’s has always been my definition of happiness. Before I fall asleep, often - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and go into the greater world - often, before I get up the courage to go into the vastness of sleep, I pretend that someone has my hand in theirs, and then I go, go to that enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even after that I don’t have courage, I dream.
I do not know much. But there are certain advantages in not knowing. Like virgin territory, the mind is free of preconceptions. Everything I do not know forms the greater part of me: This is my largesse. And with this I understand everything. The things I do not know constitute my truth.
I write to save someone's life, probably my own
The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.
The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.
My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.
There it is, the sea, the most incomprehensible of non-human existences.
Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.
You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.
Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting
I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.
The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.
No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.
All the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. But before prehistory there was the prehistory of the prehistory and there was the never and there was the yes. It was ever so. I don’t know why, but I do know that the universe never began. Make no mistake, I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort.
I work only with lost and founds.
But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I’m subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.
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