Irene > Irene's Quotes

“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

“Must the citizen ever for a moment, or in the least degree, resign his conscience to the legislator? Why has every man a conscience then? I think that we should be men first, and subjects afterward. It is not desirable to cultivate a respect for the law, so much as for the right. The only obligation which I have a right to assume is to do at any time what I think right.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience and Other Essays

“Ανθρώπους ψάχνουμε όχι ιδεολογίες,
Ανθρώπους που να 'χουν θάρρος, αγάπη, καλοσύνη.
Ανθρώπους που δεν είναι ψεύτες, ρηχοί και βολεμένοι και ξέρουν να δίνουνε,
όχι να ρουφάν και να εκμεταλλεύονται τους γύρω.
Ανθρώπους έστω με καρδιά. Κι ας είναι δικηγόροι, παπάδες και αστυνόμοι. Κι ας είναι και χαφιέδες, κομουνιστές, αναρχικοί,
αρκεί να έχουν τόλμη να κρατήσουν ένα λόγο και να πούνε την αλήθεια.”
― Νικόλας Άσιμος

“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

“the state never intentionally confronts a man's sense, intellectual or moral, but only his body, his senses. It is not armed with superior wit or honesty, but with superior physical strength. I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience

“A minority is powerless while it conforms to the majority.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience

“I would rather live my life as if there is a god and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.”
― Albert Camus

“I am not well; I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice