One never lives so intensely as when one has been thinking hard.
In today's life, the world belongs only to the stupid, the insensitive and the agitated. The right to live and triumph is now conquered almost by the same means by which you conquer internment in an asylum: the inability to think, amorality and hiperexcitation.
Art gives us the illusion of liberation from the sordid business of being.
Direct experience is the evasion, or hiding place of those devoid of imagination.
Solitude desolates me; company oppresses me.
Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.
I always live in the present. The future I can't know. The past I no longer have.
Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
Literature exists because the world isn't enough.
Wise is he who enjoys the show offered by the world.
We worship perfection because we can't have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.
I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
My happiest hours are those in which I think nothing, want nothing, when I do not even dream, but lose myself in some spurious vegetable torpor, moss growing on the surface of life. Without a trace of bitterness I savour my absurd awareness of being nothing, a mere foretaste of death and extinction.
It's been a long time since I've been me.
I pass times, I pass silences, formless worlds pass me by.
There's no regret more painful than the regret of things that never were.
I look at myself but I'm missing. I know myself: it’s not me.
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
To know how to think with emotions and to feel with intellect.
No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.
Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all ends and purposes and intentions.
Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.
Life is good, but Wine is better.
Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.
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