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“Perhaps the only remaining attitude is one of
waiting. By committing oneself to waiting, one neither blocks one's path
toward faith (like those who defiantly affirm the void) nor besieges this
faith (like those whose yearning is so strong, it makes them lose all
restraint). One waits, and one's waiting is a hesitant openness, albeit of a
sort that is difficult to explain.”
― The Mass Ornament: Weimar Essays
waiting. By committing oneself to waiting, one neither blocks one's path
toward faith (like those who defiantly affirm the void) nor besieges this
faith (like those whose yearning is so strong, it makes them lose all
restraint). One waits, and one's waiting is a hesitant openness, albeit of a
sort that is difficult to explain.”
― The Mass Ornament: Weimar Essays
“To be an immigrant, good or bad, is about straddling two homes, whilst knowing you don't really belong to either.”
― The Good Immigrant
― The Good Immigrant
“We must rid ourselves of the delusion that it is the major events which have the most decisive influence on us. We are much more deeply and continuously influenced by the tiny catastrophes that make up daily life.”
― The Mass Ornament: Weimar Essays
― The Mass Ornament: Weimar Essays
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― Macbeth
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― Macbeth
“He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach - that it makes no sense. And when that happens the happiness is never spontaneous again. It is artificial and, even then, bought at the price of an obstinate estrangement from oneself and one's history.”
― American Pastoral
― American Pastoral
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