Better hope deferred than none.
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it.
I can't go on. I'll go on.
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
What are we doing here, that is the question.
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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