The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.
The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.
As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.
Never trust a man who carries a handkerchief, I always say. One of many prejudicial rules of thumb.
A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.
Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution because it follows 67?
I've built a wall around me, never letting anybody inside and trying not to venture outside myself
My grandpa always said asking a question is embarrassing for a moment, but not asking is embarrassing for a lifetime.
The strength I'm looking for isn't the type where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want us the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of power, to stand up to it.The strength to quietly endure things - unfairness, misfortunes, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings.
But no one was asking me. I was here to do a job, and gray steel lockers or pale peach jukebox was no business of mine.
Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out there, a volcano might blow, Israeli commandos might decimate a Palestinian village. I couldn't stop it. I was going to sleep.
A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will--over and over.
Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.
If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I'm driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of - that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect. And personally, I feel that encouraging. Do you know what I'm getting at?
Nakata's empty inside... Do you know what it means to be completely empty? Being empty is like a vacant house. An unlocked, vacant house. Anybody can come in, anytime they want. That's what scares me the most
The weather service reported that there weren't any atmospheric conditions present that might have led to fish raining from the sky.
Everyone may be ordinary, but they're not normal.
Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.
A theory is a battlefield in your head.
Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there's no such thing as coincidence.
If you think God's there, He is. If you don't, He isn't. And if that's what God's like, I wouldn't worry about it.
Our responsibility begins with our imagination.
There's an essential order you have to follow in everything. It's a way of showing respect, following everything in the correct order.
Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.
The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.
Ang mga alaala ang nagbibigay init sa iyong kalooban, ngunit ito rin ang makakapagpawasak sayo.
Everything in life is a metaphor.
If you try to use your head to think about things, people don't want to have anything to do with you
People are by and large a product of where they were born and raised. How you think and feel's always linked to the lie of the land, the temperature. The prevailing winds, even.
Things outside you are projections of what's inside you, and what's inside you is a projection of what's outside. So when you step into the labyrinth outside you, at the same time you're stepping into the labyrinth inside.
Fairness is a concept that holds only in limited situations. Yet we want the concept to extend to everything, in and out of phase. From snails to hardware stores to married life. Maybe no one finds it, or even misses it, but fairness is like love. What is given has nothing to do with what we seek.
The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves.So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover.It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of,one you haven't seen in a long time.
For every theory there has to be counterevidence--otherwise science wouldn't progress.
If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler.
People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring.
This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.
Genius or fool, you don't live in the world alone. You can hide underground or you can build a wall around yourself, but somebody's going to come along and screw up the works.
There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.
Artists are those who can evade the verbose.
From my own experience, when someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them. I'm generalizing, of course.
I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.
Perhaps most people in the world aren't trying to be free, Kafka. They just think they are. It's all an illusion. If they really were set free, most people would be in a real pickle. You'd better remember that. People actually prefer not being free?
This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet.
Had I done the right thing by not telling her? Maybe not. Who on earth wanted the right thing anyway? Yet what meaning could there be if nothing was right? If nothing was fair? Fairness is a concept that holds only in limited situations. Yet we want the concept to extend to everything, in and out of phase.
Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.
As long as there's such a thing as time, everybody's damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.
Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story
I'm not a fast reader. I like to linger over each sentence, enjoying the style. If I don't enjoy the writing, I stop.
Reality's just the accumulation of ominous prophecies come to life. All you have to do is open a newspaper on any given day to weigh the good news versus the bad news, and you'll see what I mean.
Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.
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