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âI have suffered a lot. And these spectacles that used to fill me with calmness and serenity only arouse in me the lassitude of old sadness. I no longer hope for the future. I do not believe in myself any longer. I no longer know how to nourish myself on my past.â
â Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; âIntuitions,â wr. c. 1932 (via violentwavesofemotion)
when franz kafka said âi could have built the pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reasonâ
In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via quotemadness)
Gregorâs serious wound, from which he suffered for over a month - the apple remained imbedded in his flesh as a visible souvenir since no one dared to remove it - seemed to have reminded even his father that Gregor was a member of the family, in spite of his present pathetic and repulsive shape, who could not be treated as an enemy; that, on the contrary, it was the commandment of the family duty to swallow their disgust and endure him, endure him and nothing more.
Metamorphosis, 1915 Franz Kafka
Zagreus, silent for a long time, stared at Patrice, and all he said was: âAnyone who loves you is in for a lot of pain âŚâ and stopped, surprised when Mersault suddenly stood up. âOther peopleâs feelings have no hold over me,â Patrice exclaimed, thrusting his head into the shadows.
A Happy Death, 1971 Albert Camus
That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
Catcher in the Rye, 1951 JD Salinger
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.
Catcher in the Rye, 1951 JD Salinger
Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.
To Kill A Mockingbird, 1960 (via isdandead) Harper Lee
You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.
To Kill A Mockingbird, 1960 Harper Lee
Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.
The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, 1877 Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it
One Hundred Years of Solitude, 1967 Gabriel GarcĂa MĂĄrquez
The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly
Thus Spoke Zarathustra, 1883-1885 Friedrich Nietzsche
What is there to fear in such a regular world? I think I am cured
Nausea, 1938 Jean-Paul Sartre
At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it.
The Stranger, 1942 Albert Camus
I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts werenât drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his moneyâs worth that night.
The Postman Always Rings Twice, 1934 James M. Cain
Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890 Oscar Wilde
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
Animal Farm, 1945 George Orwell
