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  • #1
    Osamu Dazai
    “I hope I meet lots of people with lovely eyes.”
    Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl

  • #2
    Osamu Dazai
    “As long as I can make them laugh, it doesn’t matter how, I’ll be alright. If I succeed in that, the human beings probably won’t mind it too much if I remain outside their lives. The one thing I must avoid is becoming offensive in their eyes: I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #3
    Osamu Dazai
    “Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness.

    Everything passes.

    That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell.

    Everything passes.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #4
    Witold Gombrowicz
    “Starajcie się przezwyciężyć formę, wyzwolić się z formy. Przestańcie utożsamiać się z tym, co was określa. Próbujcie uchylić się wszelkiemu swemu wyrazowi. Nie ufajcie własnym słowom. Miejcie się na straży przed wiarą waszą i nie dowierzajcie uczuciom. Wycofajcie się z tego, czym jesteście na zewnątrz, i niech lęk was ogarnie przed wszelkim uzewnętrznieniem, tak właśnie, jak ptaszka drżenie ogarnia wobec węża. Albowiem jest błędny postulat, jakoby człowiek miał być określony, to znaczy niewzruszony w swoich ideach, kategoryczny w swoich deklaracjach, niewątpliwy w swej ideologii, stanowczy w swych gustach, odpowiedzialny za słowa i czyny, ustalony raz na zawsze w całym swoim sposobie bycia. Rozpatrzcie bliżej chimeryczność tego postulatu. Żywiołem naszym jest wieczysta niedojrzałość. Co dzisiaj myślimy, czujemy, będzie nieuniknienie głupstwem dla prawnuków. Lepiej tedy, abyśmy już dzisiaj uznali w tym porcję głupstwa, którą przyniesie czas… i ta siła, która was zmusza do przedwczesnej definicji, nie jest, jak sądzicie, siłą całkowicie ludzką. Niezadługo zdamy sobie sprawę, że już nie to jest najważniejsze: umierać za idee, style, tezy, hasła, wiary; i nie to także: utwierdzać się w nich i zamykać; ale co innego, ale to: wycofać się o krok i zdobyć dystans do wszystkiego, co nieustannie wydarza się z nami.”
    Witold Gombrowicz, Ferdydurke

  • #5
    Natsume Sōseki
    “I believe that words uttered in passion contain a greater living truth than do those words which express thoughts rationally conceived. It is blood that moves the body. Words are not meant to stir the air only: they are capable of moving greater things.”
    Natsume Soseki, Kokoro

  • #6
    Natsume Sōseki
    “I do not want your admiration now, because I do not want your insults in the future. I bear with my loneliness now, in order to avoid greater loneliness in the years ahead. You see, loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egotistical selves.”
    Natsume Sōseki, Kokoro

  • #7
    Natsume Sōseki
    “I felt for her a love that was close to pious faith. You may find it odd that I use a specifically religious word to describe my feelings for a young woman, but real love, I firmly believe, is not so different from the religious impulse. Whenever I saw her face, I felt that I myself had become beautiful.”
    Sōseki Natsume, Kokoro

  • #8
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #9
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together. ”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #10
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “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.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #11
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #12
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.”
    Jean Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #13
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me,
    and I have followed the source of rivers towards their
    source or plunged into forests, always making for other
    cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and
    I could never turn back any more than a record can spin
    in reverse. And all that was leading me where ?
    To this very moment...”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #14
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #15
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #16
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #17
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way. In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden. And the decomposed flesh would have been In the way in the earth which would receive my bones, at last, cleaned, stripped, peeled, proper and clean as teeth, it would have been In the way: I was In the way for eternity.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #18
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “I looked anxiously around me: the present, nothing but the present. Furniture light and solid, rooted in its present, a table, a bed, a closet with a mirror-and me. the true nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, and all that was not present did not exist. The past did not exist. Not at all. Not in things, not even in my thoughts. It is true that I had realized a long time ago that mine had escaped me. But until then I had believed that it had simply gone out of my range. For me the past was only a pensioning off: it was another way of existing, a state of vacation and inaction; each event, when it had played its part, put itself politely into a box and became an honorary event: we have so much difficulty imagining nothingness. Now I knew: things are entirely what they appear to be-and behind them... there is nothing.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #19
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance; it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast - or else there is nothing at all.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #20
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “Objects should not touch because they are not alive. You use them, put them back in place, you live among them: they are useful, nothing more. But they touch me, it is unbearable. I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #21
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “It is the reflection of my face. Often in these lost days I study it: I can understand nothing of this face. The faces of others have some sense, some direction. Not mine. I cannot even decide whether it is handsome or ugly. I think it is ugly because I have been told so. But it doesn't strike me. At heart, I am even shocked that anyone can attribute qualities of this kind to it, as if you called a clod of earth or a block of stone beautiful or ugly.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #22
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my throat, it caresses me- and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #23
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “And I too wanted to be. That is all I wanted; and this is the last word. At the bottom of all these attempts which seemed without bounds, I find the same desire again: to drive existence out of me, to rid the passing moments of their fat, to twist them, dry them, purify myself, harden myself, to give back at last the sharp, precise sound of a saxophone note. That could even make an apologue: there was a poor man who got in the wrong world.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #24
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

  • #25
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “The pleasure of despair. But then, it is in despair that we find the most acute pleasure, especially when we are aware of the hopelessness of the situation...
    ...everything is a mess in which it is impossible to tell what's what, but that despite this impossibility and deception it still hurts you, and the less you can understand, the more it hurts.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

  • #26
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “How can a man of consciousness have the slightest respect for himself”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground

  • #27
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “It is clear to me now that, owing to my unbounded vanity and to the high standard I set for myself, I often looked at myself with furious discontent, which verged on loathing, and so I inwardly attributed the same feeling to everyone.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground

  • #28
    Witold Gombrowicz
    “Man is profoundly dependent on the reflection of himself in another man's soul, be it even the soul of an idiot.”
    Witold Gombrowicz, Ferdydurke

  • #29
    Witold Gombrowicz
    “Beauty beheld in solitude is even more lethal.”
    Witold Gombrowicz, Ferdydurke

  • #30
    Witold Gombrowicz
    “Great! I've written something stupid, but I haven't signed a contract with anyone to produce solely wise and perfect works. I gave vent to my stupidity...and here I am, reborn.”
    Witold Gombrowicz, Ferdydurke



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