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| 1e345c8 | The difference between the "natural" individuation process, which runs its course unconsciously, and the one which is consciously realized, is tremendous. In the first case consciousness nowhere intervenes; the end remains as dark as the beginning. In the second case so much darkness comes to light that the personality is permeated with light, and consciousness necessarily gains in scope and insight. The encounter between conscious and unco.. | christ coniunctio-oppositorum enlightenment individuation psychoanalysis religion the-meaning-of-life | C.G. Jung | |
| a721df2 | One's appreciation of meager comforts, it seems, depends on what misery one has gone through before getting them. | Alice Munro | ||
| 4efa599 | If you're a sailor, best not know how to swim. Swimming only prolongs the inevitable--if the sea wants you and your time has come. | 1966 drowning futility orlov sailing swimming | James Clavell | |
| 35acb75 | Children are nothing but a problem people create and then congratulate themselves on solving. | political-correctness | Curtis Sittenfeld | |
| 07c0cef | Sports contained the truth, I decided, the unspoken truth (how quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound), and it seemed hard to believe that I had never understood this before. They rewarded effortlessness and unself-consciousness; they confirmed that yes, there are rankings of skill and value and that everyone knows what they are (seeing those guys who were subbed with two seconds left befor.. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 1203bac | She really does like him, she likes lying next to him, she wants to be around him; when you get down to it, can you say that about many people? | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 4285317 | We all stood and gathered our backpacks and I looked at the floor around my chair to make sure I hadn't dropped anything. I was terrified of unwittingly leaving behind a scrap of paper on which were written all my private desires and humiliations. The fact that no such scrap of paper existed, that I did not even keep a diary or write letters except bland, earnest, falsely cheerful ones to my family (We lost to St. Francis in soccer, but I t.. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 058b43f | All his life Robert Grainier would remember vividly the burned valley at sundown, the most dreamlike business he'd ever witnessed waking--the brilliant pastels of the last light overhead, some clouds high and white, catching daylight from beyond the valley, others ribbed and gray and pink, the lowest of them rubbing the peaks of Bussard and Queen mountains; and beneath this wondrous sky the black valley, utterly still, the train moving thro.. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 4ed95a4 | But they hushed, all at once and quite abruptly, when he stood still at center stage, his arms straight out from his shoulders, and went rigid, and began to tremble with a massive inner dynamism. Nobody present had ever seen anyone stand so still and yet so strangely mobile. He laid his head back until his scalp contacted his spine, that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose in the auditorium like a wind coming from all four dir.. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 8088b99 | Or maybe that wasn't the time it snowed. Maybe it was the time we slept in the truck and I rolled over on the bunnies and flattened them. It doesn't matter. What's important for me to remember now is that early the next morning the snow was melted off the windshield and the daylight woke me up. A mist covered everything and, with the sunshine, was beginning to grow sharp and strange. The bunnies weren't a problem yet, or they'd already been.. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 43b22a3 | He was completely and openly a mess. Meanwhile the rest of us go on trying to fool each other. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 1c65ebd | The first kiss plummeted him down a hole and popped him out into a world he thought he could get along in--as if he'd been pulling hard the wrong way and was now turned around headed downstream. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 16f956a | Through this feeling of helplessness suddenly burst a piercing nostalgia for the lost world of childhood. The way it came right up against the heart, that world, and against the face. No indoors or outdoors, only everything touching us, and the grown-ups lumbering past overhead like constellations. | Denis Johnson | ||
| d6b7db4 | A bus came. I climbed aboard and sat on the plastic seat while the things of our city turned in the windows like the images in a slot machine. | Denis Johnson | ||
| edea4f1 | And yet we were always being found innocent for ridiculous reasons. | Denis Johnson | ||
| dfd93c9 | This afternoon the pain occasioned by my loneliness came upon me so piercingly and intensely that I became aware that the strength which I gain through this writing thus spends itself, a strength which I certainly have not intended for this purpose. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 1da191e | What do I have in common with Jews? I hardly have anything in common with myself, and really ought to go stand myself perfectly still in a corner, grateful to be able to breathe. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 4094164 | You've seen yourself how difficult the writing is to decipher with your eyes, but our man deciphers it with his wounds. | in-the-penal-colony | Franz Kafka | |
| e7f0464 | The longer one hesitates before the door, the more estranged one becomes. | truth | Franz Kafka | |
| a8d431c | I didn't want any new clothes at all; because if I had to look ugly anyway, I wanted to at least be comfortable. I let the awful clothes affect even my posture, walked around with my back bowed, my shoulders drooping, my hands and arms all over the place. I was afraid of mirrors, because they showed an inescapable ugliness. | body-dysmorphic-disorder clothes mirrors ugliness | Franz Kafka | |
| 4e307ea | n lmr ykwn blG l'nny@ `ndm ykwn mt`ban | Franz Kafka | ||
| f69f273 | 'tkhyl nf`l ky'nyn yltqyn b`d snwt. qdym t`shr, fyZnn dhn 'nhm mrtbTn bnfs ltjrb@, bnfs ldhkryt. nfs ldhkryt? hn ybd' sw lfhm: lys ldyhm nfs ldhkryt, klhm, yHtfZ mn lqthm bthnyn 'w thlth@ mwqf SGyr@, lkn lkl mnhm m ykhSh mnh, dhkrythm l ttshbh, l ttqT`, wHt~ kmy lyst qbl@ llmqrn@: 'Hdhm ytdhkr llakhr 'kthr mm ytdhkr lakhr hw lh, 'wl l'n qdr@ ldhkr@ tkhtlf mn shkhS lakhr (mzl hdh tfsyr mqbwl mn klyhm) lkn 'yD (whdh S`b ltslym bh) l'nh lys l'.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| bfb39b5 | The young man called the waiter and paid. Then he got up and said to the girl: 'We're going.' Where to?' The girl feigned surprise. Don't ask, just come on,' said the young man. Is that any way to talk to me?' It's the way I talk to whores. | Milan Kundera | ||
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| c433f09 | There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weights so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, with someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes. | Milan Kundera | ||
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friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche love milan-kundera neitzsche novel philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology اجتماع جنس حب علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته ميلان-كونديرا نيتشه | ميلان كونديرا | |
| c6b2882 | lw lm 'r Swrty fy lmra@, w Tulb mnWy wSf hyy'ty lkhrjy@ nTlqan mn m`rfty bnfsy, lrsmt Swr@ l Sl@ lh bSwrty lty tur~! f'n lst mTlqan m 'bdw `lyh | milan kundera | ||
| a0cb19c | But there was an important and essential truth contained in the idea, and the truth was that these things matter, and it's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party. | love music nick-hornby records | Nick Hornby | |
| f04f5fe | All I know is that you can get very little from a book that is making you weep with the effort of reading it. You won't remember it, and you'll learn nothing from it, and you'll be less likely to choose a book over Big Brother next time you have a choice. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 11ea948 | And it's not like you never do anything wrong ever, is it?' said Marcus. 'I mean...' He had to be careful here. He knew he couldn't say too much or even anything at all about the hospital stuff. 'I mean how come I got to know Will in the first place?' Because you threw a bloody great baguette at a duck's head and killed it, basically,' said Will. | Nick Hornby | ||
| c767d7f | human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| fe0d6f5 | Those five fingers and that palm were like a display case crammed full of everything I wanted to know--and everything I had to know. By taking my hand, she showed me what these things were. That within the real world, a place like this existed. In the space of those ten seconds I became I tiny bird, fluttering in the air, the wind rushing by. From high in the sky I could see a scene far away. It was so far off I couldn't make it out clearly.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6d92c5b | Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 73d9242 | Once you make up your mind to get rid of something, there's very little you can't discard. No - not very little. Once you put your mind to it, there's nothing you can't get rid of. And once you start tossing things out, you find yourself wanting to get rid of everything. It's as if you'd gambled away almost all your money and decided, What the hell, I'll bet what's left. Too much trouble to cling to the rest | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 419526d | Mick Jagger once boasted that 'Satisfaction' But now he's over sixty and still singing 'Satisfaction'. Some people might find this funny, but not me. When he was young, Mick Jagger couldn't imagine himself at forty-five. When I was young, I was the same. Can I laugh at Mick Jagger? No way. I just happen not to be a young rock singer. Nobody remembers what stupid things I might have said back then, so they're not about to quote them back a.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ae9e9cf | Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| dee7756 | A question. So what are people supposed to do if they want to avoid a collision (thud!) but still lie in the field, enjoying the clouds drifting by, listening to the grass grow--not thinking, in other words? Sound hard? Not at all. Logically, it's easy. C'est simple. The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams, and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time. In dreams you don't need to make any distin.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6e68a13 | The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 212f5de | If you really want to know what's happening here and now, you've got to use your own eyes and your own judgment. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 2c29313 | Sometimes, I imagine how great it would be if we could live our lives without bothering other people. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 63d0e7b | A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of darkness, goes on propagating itself by its own power in its own self-contained cycle. And once it passes a certain point, no one can stop it-even if the person himself wants to stop it. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 272cd7e | A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. But after that you assume everything's going to be all right. you've made it past Dead Man's Curve and you're out of the tunnel, cruising straight for your destination down a six lane highway whether you want it or not. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| c81c6a1 | She's always polite and kind, but her words lack the kind of curiosity and excitement you'd normally expect. Her true feelings- assuming such things exist- remain hidden away. Except for when a practical sort of decision has to be made, she never gives her personal opinion about anything. She seldom talks about herself, instead letting others talk, nodding warmly as she listens. But most people start to feel vaguely uneasy when talking with.. | Haruki Murakami |