Where there had been only fearful emptiness or equally frightening grandiose fanВtasies, an unexpected wealth of vitality is now discovered. This is not a homecoming, since this home has never before existed. It is the creation of home.
A man trusts another man when he sees enough of himself in him.
I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.
Then I will tell you something. I do not believe in it. Forty years among men has consistently taught me that they are not amenable to common sense. Show them the red tail of a comet, fill them with black terror, and they will all come running out of their houses and break their legs. But tell them one sensible proposition and support it with seven reasons, and they will simply laugh in your face
A man's admiration for absolute government is proportionate to the contempt he feels for those around him.
A mother's love is a blessing No matter where you roam. Keep her while you have her, You'll miss her when she's gone -- Angela's Ashes.
If there is love enough,then nothing-not nature, not even death itself- can come between two who love each other.
Dresden. Am I interrupting something?' 'Well, I was going to settle down with a porn video and a bottle of baby oil, but I really don't have enough for two.
We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.
What Im trying to say is that what makes you up, its always been around, and it always will be around. So really the only thing you should worry about is the part you're at right now. Where you got a body and a head and all that bullshit. Just worry about living, dying is the easy part.
Filters are for cigarrettes and coffee,' Simon muttered under his breath as they went inside. 'Two things I could use right now, incidentally.
I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you, to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the 'I love youЂќs, because it feels safer that way.
I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.
Something must always remain that eludes us ... For power to have an object on which it can be exercised, a space in which to stretch out its arms ... As long as I know there exists in the world someone who does tricks only for the love of the trick, as long as I know there is a woman who loves reading for reading's sake, I can convince myself that the world continues ... And every evening I, too, abandon myself to reading, like that distant unknown woman ....
It's better not to know authors personally, because the real person never corresponds to the image you form of him from reading his books.
He despised causeless affection, just as he despised unearned wealth. They professed to love him for some unknown reason and they ignored all the things for which he could wish to be loved.
Great stones they lay upon his chest until he plead aye or nay. They say he give them but two words. 'More weight,' he says. And died.
