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The really great writers are those whose thought occupies all the angles and the folds of their style.
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The really great writers are those whose thought occupies all the angles and the folds of their style.
She fills everything. She is the only reason I am alive. I look around, I prepare myself for
the talk I am to give, and I understand why I braved the snow, the traffic jams, and the ice on the roads: in order to be reminded that every day I need to rebuild myself and to accept for the first time in my entire existence that I love another human being more than I love myself.
She's engaged but not in love. I've discovered there are so many. They're dreamers, those who've waited for their prince charming and not seeing him arrive, started to think they had been wrong. They started to think that their prince charming fell from his horse and is now in the local hospital's recovery ward.
Taken by the fear of being left alone and by the need of some tenderness, they hooked up with the white horse. You recognize them immediately when you meet them, they're those who you can sometimes see looking through the window. It's undoubtedly harder to want to be with someone to not be left alone and behaving like proper fiancées, intead of being so naturally.
Don't you think Hindley would be proud of his son, if he could see him? Almost as proud as I am of mine. But there's this difference, one is gold put to the use of paving stones; and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost — rendered worse than unavailing.
What's that feeling that comes to you when you further away in a car from someone and you see them becoming smaller in the plain 'til they become little spots that vanish? It's the world that too big overwhelms us, it's a Goodbye. But in the meantime it projects itself forward towards a new, wild adventure underneath the sky.
The train arrived an hour late. But what is the use of arriving to an appointment on time, when you know that the person you love more than your own life will never come?
" He was not stupid. It was sheer thoughtlessness. That such remoteness from reality and such thoughtlessness can wreak more havoc than all the evil instincts taken together which, perhaps, are inherent in man - that was, in fact, the lesson one could learn in Jerusalem. But it was a lesson, neither an explanation of the phenomenon nor a theory about it.
I don't believe that there may exist some process of thought lacking of personal experience. All thought is meditation (Nachdenken), thinking as a result of something.
"If you aren't able to tell between a Man and a Hobbit, you have a worse judgement than what I thought. There's the same difference between an apple and a pea."
"That may be so. To a sheep all the other sheep look different without a doubt", said Lindir laughing. "And to the shepherd. But mortals have never been an object of study. [...]".
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.