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“Living is a horizontal fall.”
― Jean Cocteau, Opium: The Illustrated Diary of His Cure

“Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."
"Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"
"Yes. I want to ruin you."
"Good," I said. "That's what I want too.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

“Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.”
― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“How foolish it is to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth! Solitude is independence.”
― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“Abschied war es, Herbst war es, Schicksal war es, wonach die Sommerrose so reif und voll geduftet hatte.”
― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“Der Machtmensch geht an der Macht zugrunde, der Geldmensch am Geld, der Unterwürfige am Dienen, der Lustsucher an der Lust.”
― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“Als Körper ist jeder Mensch eins, als Selle nie.”
― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“All universal moral principles are idle fancies.”
― Marquis de Sade

“Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature's mandates.”
― Marquis de Sade, Justine, Philosophy in the Bedroom, and Other Writings

“Because this is the other thing about immigrants ('fugees, émigrés, travellers): they cannot escape their history any more than you yourself can lose your shadow.”
― Zadie Smith, White Teeth

“I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“Die slowly

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones "it’s" rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.

He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who don't reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.

Let's try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”
― Martha Medeiros

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
― Franz Kafka

“In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro.

(Everywhere I have sought peace and not found it, except in a corner with a book.)”
― Thomas a Kempis

“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
― haruki murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment. ”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

“Kendini birdenbire üniversitede bulmak, Selim'e dokunuyordu. "Üniversiteye girişimin hikayesi aslında daha aptalca olduğu için, bu açıklamaya şükretmelisin gene. Gerçek durum daha acıklı: lisede iyi bir öğrenci olduğum için zor bir meslek seçmeliydim. Bu nedenle mühendis olmaya mecburum. Bu açıklamayı daha çok mu beğendin ?" Bütün ümidi, Dostoyevski gibi, mühendis olduktan sonra istifa etmekti. Hangi görevden istifa edecekti? Bilmiyordu. Babasıyla her gün kavga ediyordu. Üniversiteye girişinden onu sorumlu tutuyordu. "Dağlara kaçacağım" diye bağırıyordu babasına: "Hepinize bu üniversiteyi bitirebileceğimi, hem de kırıntılarımla bitirebileceğimi göstereceğim. Siz de, onlara da göstereceğim." Kimdi onlar? Bilmiyordu. "Böyle olmama sebep olanlar," diyordu. "Her çağımda isimleri değişen ve aslında hepsi birbirinin aynı olanlar. Onlar işte!”
― Oğuz Atay, Tutunamayanlar

“Onlara göre, durmadan kitap okuduğum -hatırladığıma göre çok okumazdım doğrusu- ve misafirlerin yanına çıkmadığım -bu 'yanına çıkmak' deyimi beni ürpertirdi, içime bulantı verirdi- ve gereken yerde gereken kelimeyi bulamadığım için -bu nedenle bana aptal da derlerdi- anormaldim.”
― Oğuz Atay, Tutunamayanlar

“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
― Charles Bukowski

“I've always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can't shut myself out from His mercy. ... Or it may be a private bargain between me and God, that if I give up this one thing I want so much, however bad I am, He won't quite despair of me in the end.”
― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited