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  • #1
    Pema Chödrön
    “The most fundamental aggression to ourselves, the most fundamental harm we can do to ourselves, is to remain ignorant by not having the courage and the respect to look at ourselves honestly and gently.”
    Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times

  • #2
    Leo Tolstoy
    “If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed.”
    leo tolstoy, War and Peace

  • #3
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do not understand, to have powers which I cannot have. Music seems to me to act like yawning or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when I see others yawn; with no reason to laugh, I laugh when I hear others laugh. And music transports me immediately into the condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time.”
    Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata

  • #4
    Gustave Flaubert
    “Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.”
    Gustave Flaubert

  • #5
    Baruch Spinoza
    “In so far as the mind sees things in their eternal aspect, it participates in eternity.”
    Baruch de Spinoza, Spinoza in der europäischen Geistesgeschichte

  • #6
    Michel Foucault
    “Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same. More than one person, doubtless like me, writes in order to have no face.”
    Michel Foucault

  • #7
    Georges Perec
    “As the hours, the days, the weeks, the seasons slip by, you detach yourself from everything. You discover, with something that sometimes almost resembles exhilaration, that you are free. That nothing is weighing you down, nothing pleases or displeases you. You find, in this life exempt from wear and tear and with no thrill in it other than these suspended moments, in almost perfect happiness, fascinating, occasionally swollen by new emotions. You are living in a blessed parenthesis, in a vacuum full of promise, and from which you expect nothing. You are invisible, limpid, transparent. You no longer exist. Across the passing hours, the succession of days, the procession of the seasons, the flow of time, you survive without joy and without sadness. Without a future and without a past. Just like that: simply, self evidently, like a drop of water forming on a drinking tap on a landing.”
    Georges Perec, Things: A Story of the Sixties / A Man Asleep

  • #8
    Boris Vian
    “C'est drôle comme les gens qui se croient instruits éprouvent le besoin de faire chier le monde.”
    Boris Vian

  • #9
    Anton Chekhov
    “Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
    Anton Chekhov

  • #10
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

  • #11
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky

  • #12
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life unravelling it, don't say that you've wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky

  • #13
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Yet, I didn't understand that she was intentionally disguising her feelings with sarcasm; that was usually the last resort of people who are timid and chaste of heart, whose souls have been coarsely and impudently invaded; and who, until the last moment, refuse to yield out of pride and are afraid to express their own feelings to you.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead

  • #14
    Philip K. Dick
    “Reality denied comes back to haunt.”
    Philip K. Dick, Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said

  • #15
    Gertrude Stein
    “It takes a lot of time to be a genius. You have to sit around so much, doing nothing, really doing nothing.”
    Gertrude Stein

  • #16
    Gaston Bachelard
    “I am alone so I dream of the being who has cured my solitude, who would be cured by solitudes. With its life, it brought me the idealizations of life, all the idealizations which give life a double, which lead life toward it summits, which make the dreamer too live by splitting...”
    Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Reverie: Childhood, Language, and the Cosmos

  • #17
    Vasily Grossman
    “I have seen that it is not man who is impotent in the struggle against evil, but the power of evil that is impotent in the struggle against man. The powerlessness of kindness, of senseless kindness, is the secret of its immortality. It can never by conquered. The more stupid, the more senseless, the more helpless it may seem, the vaster it is. Evil is impotent before it. The prophets, religious teachers, reformers, social and political leaders are impotent before it. This dumb, blind love is man’s meaning. Human history is not the battle of good struggling to overcome evil. It is a battle fought by a great evil, struggling to crush a small kernel of human kindness. But if what is human in human beings has not been destroyed even now, then evil will never conquer.”
    Vasily Grossman, Life and Fate

  • #18
    Peter Høeg
    “There's a widespread notion that children are open, that the truth about their inner selves just seeps out of them. That's all wrong. No one is more covert than a child, and no one has greater cause to be that way. It's a response to a world that is always using a tin-opener on them to see what they have inside, just in case it ought to be replaced with a more useful type of tinned foodstuff.”
    Peter Høeg, Smilla's Sense of Snow

  • #19
    Reinaldo Arenas
    “¡Oh, Luna! Siempre estuviste a mi lado, alumbrándome en los momentos más terribles; desde mi infancia fuiste el misterio que velaste por mi terror, fuiste el consuelo en las noches mas desesperadas, fuiste mi propia madre, bañándome en un calor que ella tal vez nunca supo brindarme; en medio del bosque, en los lugares más tenebrosos, en el mar; allí estabas tu acompañándome; eras mi consuelo, siempre fuiste la que me orientaste en los momentos más difíciles. Mi gran diosa, mi verdadera diosa, que me has protegido de tantas calamidades; hacia ti en medio del mar; hacia ti junto a la costa; hacia ti entre las costas de mi isla desolada. Elevaba la mirada y te miraba; siempre la misma; en tu rostro veía una expresión de dolor, de amargura, de compasión hacia mí; tu hijo. Y ahora, súbitamente, luna, estallas en pedazos delante de mi cama. Ya estoy solo. Es de noche.”
    Reinaldo Arenas

  • #20
    Jon Krakauer
    “He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.”
    Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

  • #21
    Jon Krakauer
    “On July 2, McCandless finished reading Tolstoy's "Family Happiness", having marked several passages that moved him:
    "He was right in saying that the only certain happiness in life is to live for others...

    I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books , music, love for one's neighbor - such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children, perhaps - what more can the heart of a man desire?" ...”
    Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

  • #22
    Mary Oliver
    “You must never stop being whimsical.

    And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

    I don’t mean it’s easy or assured; there are the stubborn stumps of shame, grief that remains unsolvable after all the years, a bag of stones that goes with one wherever one goes and however the hour may call for dancing and for light feet. But there is, also, the summoning world, the admirable energies of the world, better than anger, better than bitterness and, because more interesting, more alleviating. And there is the thing that one does, the needle one plies, the work, and within that work a chance to take thoughts that are hot and formless and to place them solely and with meticulous effort into some shapely heat-retaining form, even as the gods, or nature, or the soundless wheels of time have made forms all across the soft, curved universe – that is to say, having chosen to claim my life, I have made for myself, out of work and love, a handsome life.”
    Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

  • #23
    Clarice Lispector
    “No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.”
    Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

  • #24
    Clarice Lispector
    “Here is a moment of extravagant beauty: I drink it liquid from the shells of my hands and almost all of it runs sparkling through my fingers: but beauty is like that, it is a fraction of a second, quickness of a flash and then immediately it escapes.”
    Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life



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