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V’è un’estasi che segna il culmine della vita, oltre il quale la vita non può innalzarsi. E, tale è il paradosso del vivere, quell’estasi giunge quando piú si è vivi, ma giunge come oblio completo dell’esser vivi.
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
― The Way of Kings
― The Way of Kings
“– tsundoku – a word that required a sentence in English: buying books and piling them up on a shelf without reading them.”
― The Cat and The City
― The Cat and The City
“I love memories. They are our ballads, our personal foundation myths. But I must acknowledge that memory can be cruel if left unchallenged. Memory is often our only connection to who we used to be. Memories are fossils, the bones left by dead versions of ourselves. More potently, our minds are a hungry audience, craving only the peaks and valleys of experience. The bland erodes, leaving behind the distinctive bits to be remembered again and again. Painful or passionate, surreal or sublime, we cherish those little rocks of peak experience, polishing them with the ever-smoothing touch of recycled proxy living. In so doing—like pagans praying to a sculpted mud figure—we make of our memories the gods which judge our current lives. I love this. Memory may not be the heart of what makes us human, but it’s at least a vital organ.”
― Tress of the Emerald Sea
― Tress of the Emerald Sea
“Era emerso alla vita per forse un minuto cercando di dirci qualcosa, qualcosa che nessuno di noi si curava di ascoltare o cercava di capire, e lo sforzo lo aveva svuotato.”
― One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
― One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
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