“От мръсния лик на суетност вседневна
блажен е тоз, чийто се дух отврати,
разкъсва веригите свои той гневно
и с вихрен полет в небесата лети.”
―
блажен е тоз, чийто се дух отврати,
разкъсва веригите свои той гневно
и с вихрен полет в небесата лети.”
―
“Could hell be described as too much of anything without a break? Are variety,
moderation and balance instruments we use to keep us from boiling in any inferno of
excess,' whether it be cheesecake or ravenous sex?”
― No Exit
moderation and balance instruments we use to keep us from boiling in any inferno of
excess,' whether it be cheesecake or ravenous sex?”
― No Exit
“the humanist philosopher who bends over his brothers like an elder brother who is conscious of his responsibilities; the humanist who loves men as they are, the one who loves them as they ought to be, the one who wants to save them with their consent, and the one who will save them in spite of themselves, the one who wants to create myths, and the one who is satisfied with the old myths, the one who loves man for his death, the one who loves man for his life, the happy humanist who always knows what to say to make people laugh, the gloomy humanist whom you usually meet at wakes. They all hate one another : as individuals, of course, not as men.”
― Nausea
― Nausea
“The moral of the tale is this: whoever allows himself to be whipped,
deserves to be whipped.”
― Venus in Furs
deserves to be whipped.”
― Venus in Furs
“Whoever lives like me doesn’t die: he terminates, wilts, devegetates. The place where he was remains without him being there; the street where he walked remains without him being seen on it; the house where he lived is inhabited by not-him. That’s all, and we call it nothing; but not even this tragedy of negation can be staged to applause, for we don’t even know for sure if it’s nothing, we, these vegetable manifestations of both truth and life, dust on both the outside and the inside of the panes, grandchildren of Destiny and stepchildren of God, who married Eternal Night when she was widowed by the Chaos that fathered us.”
― The Book of Disquiet
― The Book of Disquiet
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