Claudiu Moraru > Claudiu's Quotes

“fear of death is the amber of happiness”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, The Autumn of the Patriarch

“Ce mai faci tu, cel mai iubit dintre pământeni?”
― Marin Preda, Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni

“Un om poate face multe dacă reușește să nu uite nicio clipă pentru ce o face, dacă merită.”
― Marin Preda, Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni

“A gândi puţin nu înseamnă totdeauna o deficienţă. Alte forţe ale sufletului, ţinute până atunci sub obroc de trufia gândirii, ies la iveală şi îţi orientează fiinţa spre descoperirea adevărului, chiar dacă nu-l doreşti.”
― Marin Preda, Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni

“Nu poţi trăi într-un subsol fără să rişti să capeţi o conştiinţă de subsol. Spiritul nu este deteriorat de subsol decât dacă între subsol şi ceea ce e deasupra nu e mare deosebire. Când însă un găinar locuieşte în vaste apartamente, şi un om productiv, asemeni pomilor dintr-o livadă, sau asemeni pământului care asigură roadele, nu vede lumina soarelui şi trebuie să stea în întuneric, spiritul nu poate ocoli întrebarea: e vorba de moartea mea? Nici măcar nu se poate consola cu gândirea hegeliană, foarte abstractă, că dacă un filozof nu se poate afirma azi, un altul se va afirma mâine şi predispoziţia unei entităţi naţionale spre filozofie nu va suferi.”
― Marin Preda, Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni

“Farmecul unei fiinţe străine pe care o iubim întâia oară e farmecul primordial la care ar trebui să ne oprim. E cel pur, numai el ne redă o libertate despre care nu ştiam că e prizoniera unei melancolii adânci, a cărei euforie ne poate chiar face să ne credem fericiţi...”
― Marin Preda, Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni

“Fericirea nu poate veni decât din scurgerea neîncetată a clipelor liniştite şi senine, fiindcă ce altceva e suferinţa decât o oprire a fiinţei noastre, o uriaşă inerţie care face să apese asupra ei tot ce există?”
― Marin Preda, Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni

“E în noi un animal care ne muşcă mortal, cumplit, cu atât mai tare cu cât iubim mai mult şi eu n-am ştiut să mă păzesc, sau mai bine zis n-am ştiut să răspund la întrebarea: ce e cu acest animal, ce caută în noi şi ce legătură are el cu dragostea?”
― Marin Preda, Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni

“Căsătoria e o temniţă în care oamenii, cu firi diferite, se închid şi se urăsc reciproc crezând că au fost pedepsiţi să ispăşească pe nedrept pedeapsa celuilalt...”
― Marin Preda, Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni

“Nedând expresie gândurilor care ţi se îmbulzesc la poarta vorbirii, ele se retrag de la sine şi desoperi cu o mare bucurie că exprimarea lor nu era necesară.”
― Marin Preda, Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni

“He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum”
― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

“I'll trim you babies like little lambs”
― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

“I'm a man of simple tastes. I'm always satisfied with the best.”
― Oscar Wilde

“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me--upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain--upon the bleak walls--upon the vacant eye-like windows--upon a few rank sedges--and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees--with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium--the bitter lapse into everyday life--the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart--an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher and Other Tales

“The moral sense in mortals is the duty
We have to pay on mortal sense of beauty.”
― vladimir nabokov, Lolita

“Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise - a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames - but still a paradise.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“A path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you . . . Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself alone, one question . . . Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't it is of no use.”
― Carlos Castaneda

“If you can't understand why someone is doing something, look at the consequences of their actions, whatever they might be, and then infer the motivations from their consequences.

For example if someone is making everyone around them miserable and you'd like to know why, their motive may simply be to make everyone around them miserable including themselves.”
― Jordan B. Peterson

“I bargained with Life for a penny,
and Life would pay no more,
However I begged at evening
When I counted my scanty store;

Life is a just employer.
He gives you what you ask,
But once you have set the wages,
Why, you must bear the task.

I worked for a menial's hire,
Only to learn, dismayed,
That any wage I had asked of Life,
Life would have willingly paid”
― Jessie B. Rittenhouse

“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things..”
― Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience and Other Essays

“Those three things - autonomy, complexity, and a connection between effort and reward - are, most people will agree, the three qualities that work has to have if it is to be satisfying.”
― Malcolm Gladwell, Outliers: The Story of Success

“Practice isn't the thing you do once you're good. It's the thing you do that makes you good.”
― Malcolm Gladwell, Outliers: The Story of Success

“No one who can rise before dawn three hundred sixty days a year fails to make his family rich.”
― Malcolm Gladwell, Outliers: The Story of Success

“No my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its clear eyes open,
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.”
― Antonio Machado, Times Alone: Selected Poems

“The strength of a person's spirit would then be measured by how much 'truth' he could tolerate, or more precisely, to what extent he needs to have it diluted, disguised, sweetened, muted, falsified.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

“The more I learn, the more I realize how much I don't know.”
― Albert Einstein

“If anyone were to ask me what love is, I would say, The knowledge that, in a world of lies, there is one person who is totally honest with you and with whom you are totally honest, and there is truth between you, even if it isn’t always spoken.”
― Eshkol Nevo, Three Floors Up

“What is it that has called you so suddenly out of nothingness to enjoy for a brief while a spectacle which remains quite indifferent to you? The conditions for your existence are almost as old as the rocks. For thousands of years men have striven and suffered and begotten and women have brought forth in pain. A hundred years ago, perhaps, another man sat on this spot; like you he gazed with awe and yearning in his heart at the dying light of the glaciers. Like you he was begotten of man and born of woman. He felt pain and brief joy as you do. Was he someone else? Was it not you yourself? What is this Self of yours? What was the necessary condition for making the thing conceived this time into you, just you and not someone else? What clearly intelligible scientific meaning can this 'someone else' really have? If she who is now your mother had cohabited with someone else and had a son by him, and your father had done likewise, would you have come to be? Or were you living in them, and in your father's father... thousands of years ago? And even if this is so, why are you not your brother, why is your brother not you, why are you not one of your distant cousins? What justifies you in obstinately discovering this difference - the difference between you and someone else - when objectively what is there is the same?”
― Erwin Schrödinger, My View of the World

“To lose the power of confrontation is to lose the power of unity.”
― Matthew McConaughey, Greenlights

“Days of prosperity make us forget adversity. Good times seems out of reach during the bad ones. Both can seem like final destinations, the summation of our days. Then the cosmic joker plays with our ways. Yesterday's condition no longer remains. All commas, no periods, all stops, no stays, the pleasure's for rent, but so is the pain.”
― Matthew McConaughey, Greenlights