It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.
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
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.
Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
To think is an act. To feel is a fact.
Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.
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 only achieve simplicity with enormous effort
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.
The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.
I write to save someone's life, probably my own
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
The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.
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.
No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.
At first she dreamed of sheep, of going to school, of cats drinking milk. Little by little she dreamed of blue sheep, of going to school in the middle of the woods, of cats drinking milk from golden saucers. And her dreams became increasingly dense and acquired colours that were difficult to dilute into words.
And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.
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