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  • #1
    Nikos Kazantzakis
    “Ό,τι δεν συνέβη ποτέ, είναι ό,τι δεν ποθήσαμε αρκετά.”
    Νίκος Καζαντζάκης

  • #2
    Albert Camus
    “You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.”
    Albert Camus, The Fall

  • #3
    Emily Brontë
    “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
    Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights

  • #4
    Bram Stoker
    “Take me away from all this Death.”
    Stoker Bram

  • #5
    Jennifer Richard Jacobson
    “For a few moments I want to be 5 years old again. I want someone to plunk me down in front of a Disney movie and ask me if I want apple juice or grape.”
    Jennifer Richard Jacobson, Paper Things

  • #6
    Albert Camus
    “Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
    Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
    Walk beside me… just be my friend”
    Albert Camus

  • #7
    Philip K. Dick
    “Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.”
    Philip K. Dick, I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon

  • #8
    Albert Einstein
    “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #9
    Albert Einstein
    “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #10
    Albert Camus
    “I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.”
    Albert Camus, The Stranger

  • #11
    Albert Camus
    “I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.”
    Albert Camus, L'Étranger

  • #12
    Albert Camus
    “At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.”
    Albert Camus

  • #13
    Albert Camus
    “O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.”
    Albert Camus, L’été

  • #14
    “Life has no remote....get up and change it yourself!”
    Mark A. Cooper, Operation Einstein

  • #15
    Κ.Π. Καβάφης
    “Επέστρεφε συχνά και παίρνε με την νύχτα,
    όταν τα χείλη και το δέρμα ενθυμούνται.”
    Κ.Π. Καβάφης

  • #16
    Samuel Beckett
    “I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.”
    Samuel Beckett, Endgame

  • #17
    Franz Kafka
    “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
    Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

  • #18
    Franz Kafka
    “By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #19
    Franz Kafka
    “I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”
    Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka's The Castle

  • #20
    Franz Kafka
    “If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #21
    Charles Dickens
    “You have been the last dream of my soul.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #22
    Charles Dickens
    “I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly.”
    Charles Dickens, The Mystery of Edwin Drood

  • #23
    Constantinos P. Cavafy
    “Άλλα ζητεί η ψυχή σου, γι’ άλλα κλαίει·”
    C.P. Cavafy, C.P. Cavafy: Collected Poems

  • #24
    Albert Camus
    “Am well. Thinking of you always. Love”
    Albert Camus, The Plague

  • #25
    Albert Camus
    “Ah cher ami, how poor in invention men are! They are They always think one commits suicide for a reason. But it's quite possible to commit suicide for two reasons. No, that never occurs to them. So what's the good of dying intentionally, of sacrificing yourself to the idea you want people to have of you? Once you are dead, they will take advantage of it to attribute idiotic or vulgar motives to your action. Martyrs, cher ami, must choose between being forgotten, mocked, or made use of. As for being understood--never!”
    Albert Camus, The Fall

  • #26
    Albert Camus
    “I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.”
    Albert Camus, The Fall

  • #27
    Adolfo Bioy Casares
    “To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares,- to be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existence of a ghost).”
    Adolfo Bioy Casares, The Invention of Morel

  • #28
    Adolfo Bioy Casares
    “I do not believe that a dream should necessarily be taken for reality, or reality for madness.”
    Adolfo Bioy Casares, The Invention of Morel

  • #29
    Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly
    “She was as inept at causing pain as she was at giving pleasure. Strange lioness, indeed! She thought she possessed claws, but when she tried to bare them, nothing emerged from her magnificent velvet paws. Her scratches were of velvet!”
    Jules-Amédée Barbey d'Aurevilly

  • #30
    Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly
    “Yet, whether to the glory or to the shame of human nature, in what we call pleasure (with an excess of scorn, perhaps) there are abysses as deep as those of love.”
    Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly, Les Diaboliques



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