in Quotes & Aphorisms (Life)
I don't regret the people I lost with time... but I regret the time tht I lost with certain people, because the people didn't belong to me, but time did.
Written on sunday february 3, 2002
I don't regret the people I lost with time... but I regret the time tht I lost with certain people, because the people didn't belong to me, but time did.
Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.
They run as if they had a fire under their backsides seeking for something they can't find.
It's basically fear of facing oneself,
it's basically fear of being alone.
Instead I fear the crowd...
I feel free to express myself in my every side, and it always will be... Take or leave, I can't love half way!
Everyone will hurt you a bit in life, it's up to you to decide who's worth suffering for.
Open your heart, free your mind... only in this way you can close the wounds of past and live strongly every moment.
Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra to all low places; and this counsel counselleth he to his enemies, and to whatever spitteth and speweth: "Take care not to spit against the wind!"
I want there to be at every factory and mine exit my poetry fixed on the ground, in the air, on the victory of mistreated man.
No dream is never only a dream...
On no morning of his life had he ever been in good spirits nor done any good before midday, nor ever had a happy idea, nor devised any pleasure for himself or others. By degrees during the afternoon he warmed and became alive, and only towards evening, on his good days, was he productive, active and, sometimes, aglow with joy. With this was bound up his need for loneliness and independence. There was never a man with a deeper and more passionate craving for independence than he. In his youth when he was poor and had difficulty in earning his bread, he preferred to go hungry and in torn clothes rather than endanger his narrow limit of independence. He never sold himself for money or an easy life or to women or to those in power; and had thrown away a hundred times what in the world's eyes was his advantage and happiness in order to safeguard his liberty. [...] In the beginning his dream and his happiness, in the end it was his bitter fate. The man of power is ruined by power, the man of money by money, the submissive man by subservience, the pleasure seeker by pleasure. He achieved his aim. He was ever more independent. He took orders from no man and ordered his ways to suit no man. Independently and alone, he decided what to do and to leave undone. For every strong man attains to that which a genuine impulse bids him seek. But in the midst of the freedom he had attained Harry suddenly became aware that his freedom was a death and that he stood alone.