February 2012
15 posts
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It is a peculiar feeling when, in the midst of enjoyment, one looks at it in...
– Soren Kierkegaard, Either/Or
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My enemies will not remain, nor will my friends remain. I shall not remain....
– Santideva, Bodhisattvacharyāvatāra
A character is never the author who created him. It is quite likely, however,...
– Albert Camus, The Invisible Summer (1958)
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What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose...
– Soren Kierkegaard, Either/Or
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In the morning when thou findest thyself unwilling to rise, consider with...
– Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
Man cannot will unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but...
– Jean-Paul Sartre, A propos de l’existentialisme: Mise au Point (via human-voices)
January 2012
116 posts
The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one...
– Soren Kierkegaard (via alecshao)
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What an ass you are!’ he said. ‘Are you so unobservant as not to...
– Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger
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moments of agony and moments of glory
march across my roof.
the cat walks by...
– Charles Bukowski, hunchback
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to...
– William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
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This is the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via sorakeem)
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It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me. A face that...
– Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus