Dimitris Xanthis > Dimitris's Quotes

“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”
― Leo Tolstoy

“Call no man happy until he is dead.”
― Solon

“Seek to learn constantly while you live; do not wait in the faith that old age by itself will bring wisdom.”
― Solon

“Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.”
― Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle

“We really do see astigmatically, in fundamental sense: our space and time creations of our own psyche and when these momentarily falter - like acute disturbance of middle ear.

Occasionally we list eccentrically, all sense of balance gone.”
― Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle

“HUMAN BEINGS MAKE LIFE SO INTERESTING. DO YOU KNOW, THAT IN A UNIVERSE SO FULL OF WONDERS, THEY HAVE MANAGED TO INVENT BOREDOM. (Death)”
― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

“I’m bored’ is a useless thing to say. I mean, you live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless; it goes on forever, inwardly, do you understand? The fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to say ‘I’m bored.”
― Louis C.K.

“Is life not a thousand times too short for us to bore ourselves?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time

“I've come up with a set of rules that describe our reactions to technologies:
1. Anything that is in the world when you’re born is normal and ordinary and is just a natural part of the way the world works.
2. Anything that's invented between when you’re fifteen and thirty-five is new and exciting and revolutionary and you can probably get a career in it.
3. Anything invented after you're thirty-five is against the natural order of things.”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time

“He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.”
― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

“Having solved all the major mathematical, physical, chemical, biological, sociological, philosophical, etymological, meteorological and psychological problems of the Universe except for his own, three times over, [Marvin] was severely stuck for something to do, and had taken up composing short dolorous ditties of no tone, or indeed tune. The latest one was a lullaby.
Marvin droned,
Now the world has gone to bed,
Darkness won't engulf my head,
I can see in infrared,
How I hate the night.
He paused to gather the artistic and emotional strength to tackle the next verse.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Try to count electric sheep,
Sweet dream wishes you can keep,
How I hate the night.”
― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

“Arthur felt happy. He was terribly pleased that the day was for once working out so much according to plan. Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now here he was already chasing a Chesterfield sofa across the fields of prehistoric Earth.”
― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

“Θυμάμαι πόσο βαθιά πληγώθηκα όταν ύστερα από κάποιους μήνες στην ασφάλεια, με πετάξανε σ’ ένα τζιπ, δεμένο με χειροπέδες παρόλο που δεν μπορούσα να σταθώ όρθιος, περπάταγα με τα τέσσερα, με φορτώνουν, που λες, σ' ένα τζιπ για το Γεντί Κουλέ. Ήξερα ότι πάω για θάνατο , μου το 'χαν πει σ' όλους τους τόνους στην ασφάλεια. Ήταν Σάββατο απόγευμα, καλοκαίρι. Θα 'χε μπει για τα καλά ο Ιούλιος. Περνάγαμε απ' το Βαρδάρι, είχαν σκολάσει τα μαγαζιά, ο κόσμος μυρμήγκιαζε στους δρόμους, φορτωμένος ψώνια. Ακούμπησα τα χέρια μου με τις χειροπέδες στο παραπέτο του τζιπ, μια ματιά, μια ματιά… Ο ένας από τους χαφιέδες με κατάλαβε. «Βλέπεις ρε μαλάκα; Ποιος νοιάζεται για σένα; Λες ότι πας να πεθάνεις γι’ αυτούς, ποιος σε ξέρει; Τους βλέπεις; Κάνουν τα ψώνια τους, θα πάνε σπίτι τους, αύριο στα βαποράκια, Περαία, Μπαξέ, Αρετσού, θάλασσα, παιχνίδι, κορίτσια, ποιος νοιάζεται για σένα, μαλάκα; Πας για εκτέλεση, κι είσαι μονάχα δεκάξι χρονών...»”
― Χρόνης Μίσσιος, ... καλά, ἐσύ σκοτώθηκες νωρίς

“Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.”
― Arthur Schnitzler, Selected Short Fiction