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Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship - never.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
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All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
You know, [women] do not really condemn any weakness: rather, they try to humiliate or disarm our strengths. That is why women arethe reward, not of the warrior, but of the criminal.
When the throne of God is overturned, the rebel realizes that it is now his own responsibility to create the justice, order, and unity that he sought in vain within his own condition, and in this way to justify the fall of God. Then begins the desperate effort to create, at the price of crime and murder if necessary, the dominion of man.
In our society, any man who doesn't cry at his mother's funeral is liable to be condemned to death.
The real 19th century prophet was Dostoevsky, not Karl Marx.
The real 19th century prophet was Dostoevsky, not Karl Marx.
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.
A free press can, of course, be good or bad, but, most certainly without freedom, the press will never be anything but bad.
At that moment he knew what his mother was thinking, and that she loved him. But he knew, too, that to love someone means relatively little; or, rather, that love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love each other silently. And one day she--or he--would die, without ever, all their lives long, having gone farther than this by way of making their affection known.
To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.
Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.
The contradiction is this: man rejects the world as it is, without accepting the necessity of escaping it. In fact, men cling to the world and by far the majority do not want to abandon it.
Moreover, most people, assuming they had not altogether abandoned religious observances, or did not combine them naively with a thoroughly immoral way of living, had replace normal religious practice by more or less extravagant superstitions.
Happiness is not everything and men have their duties. Mine is to find my mother, a homeland
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Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can\'t be sure.
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.
In our wildest aberrations we dream of an equilibrium we have left behind and which we naively expect to find at the end of our errors. Childish presumption which justifies the fact that child-nations, inheriting our follies, are now directing our history.