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  • #1
    Franz Kafka
    “Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #2
    Franz Kafka
    “I am free and that is why I am lost.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #3
    Franz Kafka
    “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
    Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

  • #4
    Franz Kafka
    “The meaning of life is that it stops.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #5
    Franz Kafka
    “I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #6
    Franz Kafka
    “L'éternité, c'est long ... surtout vers la fin.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #7
    Franz Kafka
    “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

  • #8
    “Have courage and be kind.”
    Cinderella

  • #9
    John Green
    “When adults say, "Teenagers think they are invincible" with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #10
    John Green
    “Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there". I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #11
    John Green
    “The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #12
    John Green
    “So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #13
    John Green
    “When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #14
    John Green
    “I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #15
    John Green
    “Have you really read all those books in your room?”

    Alaska laughing- “Oh God no. I’ve maybe read a third of ‘em. But I’m going to read them all. I call it my Life’s Library. Every summer since I was little, I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #16
    John Green
    “Sometimes I don't get you,' I said.
    She didn't even glance at me. She just smiled toward the television and said, 'You never get me. That's the whole point.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #18
    Sylvia Plath
    “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #20
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “I was supposed to be having the time of my life.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #22
    “Death is not the enemy sir, Indifference is!
    You treat a disease, you win, you lose.
    You treat a person, I guarantee you, you'll win, no matter what the outcome. Is this interesting?”
    Patch Adams, Patch Adams

  • #23
    Paul Kalanithi
    “I had started in this career, in part, to pursue death: to grasp it, uncloak it, and see eye-to-eye, unblinking. Neurosurgery attracted me as much for its intertwining of brain and consciousness as for its intertwining of life and death. I had thought that a life spent in the space between the two would grant me not merely a stage for compassionate action but an elevation of my own being: getting as far away from petty materialism, from self- important trivia, getting right there, to the heart of the matter, to truly life and death decisions and struggles... surely a kind of transcendence would be found there?”
    Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

  • #24
    Frank T. Vertosick Jr.
    “Only the neurosurgeon dares to improve upon five billion years of evolution in a few hours.
    The human brain. A trillion nerve cells storing electrical patterns more numerous than the water molecules of the world’s oceans. The soul’s tapestry lies woven in the brain’s nerve threads. Delicate, inviolate, the brain floats serenely in a bone vault like the crown jewel of biology. What motivated the vast leap in intellectual horsepower between chimp and man? Between tree dweller and moon walker? Is the brain a gift from God, or simply the jackpot of a trillion rolls of DNA dice?”
    Frank Vertosick Jr.

  • #25
    Henry Marsh
    “It's the professional shame that hurts the most,' I said to him. I wheeled my bike as we walked along Fleet Street. 'Vanity really. As a neurosurgeon you have to come to terms with ruining people's lives and with making mistakes. But one still feels terrible about it and how much it will cost.”
    Henry Marsh, Do No Harm: Stories of Life, Death and Brain Surgery

  • #26
    “Remember laughing? Laughter enhances the blood flow to the body’s extremities and improves cardiovascular function. Laughter releases endorphins and other natural mood elevating and pain-killing chemicals, improves the transfer of oxygen and nutrients to internal organs.
    Laughter boosts the immune system and helps the body fight off disease, cancer cells as well as viral, bacterial and other infections. Being happy is the best cure of all diseases!”
    Patch Adams

  • #27
    “The purpose of a doctor or any human in general should not be to simply delay the death of the patient, but to increase the person's quality of life. ”
    Patch Adams

  • #28
    Joseph Conrad
    “I don't like work--no man does--but I like what is in the work--the chance to find yourself. Your own reality--for yourself not for others--what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
    tags: work

  • #29
    Joseph Conrad
    “It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream--making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams...No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream-alone...”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #30
    Emily Brontë
    “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
    Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights



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