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“But does everyone really need something interesting? Why can’t I live a mundane life? …. I don’t get why people see a mundane life as a bad thing… Isn’t life just about going through the motions of living? We live because we are born.”

“You have a point. But having something you’re interested in clears the airway…. It makes breathing easier, and when that happens, life seems much more bearable.

“It has become his habit to glare back at the sun. As he did, he realized that the solar system had dilating eyes, an endless ego. So now he only stared: at the moon. How whimsical it is, he reflected. And how infinitely tender.”

Caught chapter 2: Pontius Pilate on Good Friday — not sure if by miracle or not

I think I’m getting feelings over books again

I was so ready to give this up past the 25% mark. But I didn't, thank God/YHWH

‘She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo.

“Pick me up,” is the message of a person who keeps falling. Tomas kept picking her up, patiently.’

‘She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo.

“Pick me up,” is the message of a person who keeps falling. Tomas kept picking her up, patiently.’

“Is not an event in fact more significant and noteworthy the greater the number of fortuities necessary to bring it about? ... Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. Only chance can speak to us.”

“To lower your heart rate and drift off on nights when sleep feels impossible, dream of all the adventures that lie ahead of you and the distances you’ve travelled so far. Wrap your arms tightly round your body and, as you hold yourself, hold this one thought in your head: I’ve got you.”

“I need to press pause and get my head straight when it comes to you,’ he replied. ‘I’m not saying it should be the end.’
‘I am,’ I wrote. ‘I have to press stop now.’
‘Shit, I’ve hurt you. I can feel it.’
‘It’s OK,’ I replied. ‘We’re both in weird times in our lives. You’ve just come out of a relationship, I’m going through all this analysis. But I have to self-protect.’”

It was at this time that I was reminded of the chain of support that keeps a sufferer afloat – the person at the core of a crisis needs the support of their family and best friends, while those people need support from their friends, partners and family. Then even those people twice removed might need to talk to someone about it too. It takes a village to mend a broken heart.

It was at this time that I was reminded of the chain of support that keeps a sufferer afloat – the person at the core of a crisis needs the support of their family and best friends, while those people need support from their friends, partners and family. Then even those people twice removed might need to talk to someone about it too. It takes a village to mend a broken heart.

Life got in the way before I could even make any progress in the reading file during the first half of the year, so here’s me trying to resuscitate my reading habit with Kara’s recommendation.

“Set me like a seal upon thy heart, love is as strong as death.”

“Set me like a seal upon thy heart, love is as strong as death.”

“—In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way—an honorable way—in such position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment....”

“The truth—that love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: /The salvation of man is through love and in love./ I understood how a man has nothing left in this world may still know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved——“

“This body, my body, is really a corpse already. What has become of me? I am but a small portion of human flesh....of a mass behind barbed wire, crowded into a few earthen huts; a mass of which daily a certain portion begins to rot because it has become lifeless.”

“Risk, I had learned, was a commodity in itself. Risk could be canned and sold like tomatoes. Different investors place different prices on risk. If you are able, as it were, to buy risk from one investor cheaply, and sell it to another investor dearly, you can make money without taking any risk yourself....”

“I recall that one of the first investment bankers I met taught me a poem:

God gave you eyes,
plagiarise.”