Fear of dying brings humans the greatest pain. Death is implicit in every form of joy. Of course, it also brings the end of pain.
People often lose their names. Names fall into holes or get eaten by wild animals. Sometimes they’re carried away by the wind.
You should never judge a person solely by the evidence of your eyes.
Older, but no wiser. Alas, our dreams continue to haunt us.
Love will not come to me again. I’ll vegetate like a plant in a cellar, without light.
Books; I repeat, for they’ve not only been a solace during the long years but also provided the keys to understanding other people’s ideas and achievements, their hopes and fears, quirks and foibles, their dreams…..their demons
Why do you assume I’m human?I wasn’t born; I was created just like this.First I was an idea.Then I came into being, charged with a very important task.I’ve come to find the monster.
I’d give you – if I thought one day you might return my feelings …
…and the worse the memory, the stronger its stranglehold on the present.
All they see is madness. It’s the same with the other men. They see my situation, not me.