philosophical

My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think...and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment, it's frightful, if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: the hatred, the disgust of existing, there are as many ways to make myself exist, to thrust myself into existence. Thoughts are born at the back of me, like sudden giddiness, I feel them being born behind my head...if I yield, they're going to come round in front of me, between my eyes, and I always yield, the thought grows and grows and there it is, immense, filling me completely and renewing my existence.

Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on... The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plentitude.

Men are like rivers: the water is the same in each, and alike in all; but every river is narrow here, is more rapid there, here slower, there broader, now clear, now cold, now dull, now warm. It is the same with men. Every man carries in himself the germs of every human quality, and sometimes one manifests itself, sometimes another, and the man often becomes unlike himself, while still remaining the same man.

Be not afraid life with all its despair, pain and unhappiness is just a crucible wherein your brighter dreams are conceived, shaped and born

Life is like a box of cookies: it's good while it lasts, but before you know it, it's gone.

So many things become beautiful when you really look

I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.

We all see the world through the prism of our identity.

Doing something once can be addicting. Doing it twice is admitting it.

I think it's early. Early in our lives. Early in the night. Early in the new year. If you're counting, you'll notice the earlys outnumber the lates.

I shall try to persuade first the Rulers and soldiers, and then the rest of the community, that the upbringing and education we have given them was all something that happened to them only in a dream. In reality they were fashioned and reared, and their arms and equipment manufactured, in the depths of the earth, and Earth herself, their mother, brought them up, when they were complete, into the light of day; so now they must think of the land in which they live as their mother and protect her if she is attacked, while their fellow citizens they must regard as brothers born of the same mother earth_. That is the story. Do you know of any way of making them believe it?_ __ot in the first generation,_ he said, __ut you might succeed with the second, and later generations.

I had everything summed up in a nutshell unfortunately I lost the nut.

There is much that is strange, but nothing that surpasses man in strangeness

Oliver, success is usually a feeling of mere relief, where failure is pain. Happiness, you see, lies in neither, but in sticking to a daily ritual and becoming absorbed in something useful. When the war is over, even the greatest warriors do not exult. They go back to their garden or kitchen or library -- or school -- and resume life.(as said by Mrs. Pearson)

Until we realize that things might not be we cannot realize that things are.

A well-adjusted person wouldn't talk much. There's not a lot to be said about most of life. Most days, weeks, years, lives, nothing happens... and still we carry on chattering at each other.

If you can see only what light reveals and hear only what sound announces, then in truth you do not see nor do you hear.

It is logical to look for a green fowl in a dark room even if you know the chance of finding a green fowl in a dark room is slim.