Posted by: Edoardo Grimoldi
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Life)
Life is but a bad quater of an hour, made up of delightful moments.
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Life is but a bad quater of an hour, made up of delightful moments.
We mustn't be subjected to anything, not even to good. A so-called good, to which you succumb, loses the ethycal character. It doesn't become bad in itself, but by being dominated it can have some bad consequences. Every shape of intoxication is is unhealthy, it makes no difference if alcohol or morphine or idealism.
We mustn't consider good and evil as two opposites.
There are many occasions when the muscles that form the lips of the mouth move the lateral muscles that are joined to them, and there are an equal number of occasions when these lateral muscles move the lips of this mouth, replacing it where it cannot return of itself, because the function of muscle is to pull and not to push except in the case of the genitals and the tongue.
What a blessing it is that there is one art left to us that is not imitative! Don't stop. I want music tonight. It seems to me that you are the young Apollo, and that I am Marsyas listening to you. I have sorrows, Dorian, of my own, that even you know nothing of. The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young. I am amazed sometimes at my own sincerity.
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My dear boy, you are really beginning to moralize. You will soon be going about like the converted, and the revivalist, warning people against all the sins of which you have grown tired. You are much too delightful to do that. Besides, it is no use. You and I are what we are, and will be what we will be. As for being poisoned by a book, there is no such thing as that. Art has no influence upon action. It annihilates the desire to act. It is superbly sterile. The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all.
Questions are never indiscreet, answers sometimes are.
We're good at nothing but capable of anything.
People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity.
Before dying, though, I want to fight for life. If I'm able to walk alone, I can go where I want to.
Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles.
There are moments when life gives you moments of unexpected beauty. You stop doing something and you realize that around you everything is perfect, the gift of a less distracted God than usual. Everything seems sincere. The birth of a new life, the dawn of change, something deep or simply the confirmation of a love kept hidden, of a secret feeling, kept silently within us modestly or even the end of something, the end of a moment, of a difficult period always harder to sustain... when our short breaths end, giving way to a long and deep one that fills and empties the chest... in those moments I'm wanting for nothing...