Our worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel; our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.
A single feat of daring can alter the whole conception of what is possible.
Hate is a lack of imagination.
We never get accustomed to being less important to other people than they are to us.
People who like quotes love meaningless generalizations
When we are not sure, we are alive.
A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
In the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.
Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content: the quiet mind is richer than a crown.
Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.
You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.
Politics, war, marriage, crime, adultery. Everything that exists in the world has something to do with money.
Sooner or later... one has to take sides. If one is to remain human.
The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.
Media is just a word that has come to mean bad journalism.
One's life is more formed, I sometimes think, by books than by human beings: it is out of books one learns about love and pain at second hand. Even if we have the happy chance to fall in love, it is because we have been conditioned by what we have read, and if I had never known love at all, perhaps it was because my father's library had not contained the right books.
So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.
In human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.
When he was young, he had thought love had something to do with understanding, but with age he knew that no human being understood another. Love was the wish to understand, and presently with constant failure the wish died, and love died too perhaps or changed into this painful affection, loyalty, pity.
Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.
There's a virtue in slowness, which we have lost
As long as one suffers one lives.
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