“When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the little space which I fill… cast into the infinite immensity of spaces of which I am ignorant and which know me not, I am frightened, and shocked at being here rather than there; for there is no reason why here rather than there, why now rather than then. Who has put me here? By whose order and direction have this place and time been allotted to me?”
—Blaise Pascal
décembre 2011
“How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived?”
—Sylvia Plath
“The eyes only see what the mind is prepared to comprehend.”
—Henri Bergson
“I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.’”
—Andrea Gibson
“Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no other destiny than the one he forges for himself on this earth.”
—Jean-Paul Sartre
“What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.”
—Alaska Young (Looking For Alaska, John Green)
“No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.”
—Voltaire.
“he stays in bed for three or four days drinking, conscious of his inability to belong to what society offers,”
—Charles Bukowski - Factotum
“If somebody says, ”I love you,” to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? ”I love you, too.”
—Kurt Vonnegut
“people are strange: they are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice…”
—The Last Night of the Earth - Charles Bukowski
“My imagination functions better when I don’t have to speak to people.”
—Patricia Highsmith
“I lie in the dark
wondering if this quiet in me now
is a beginning or an end.” —Jack Gilbert
wondering if this quiet in me now
is a beginning or an end.” —Jack Gilbert
