Is suffering so very serious? I have come to doubt it. It may be quite childish, a sort of undignified pastime -- I'm referring to the kind of suffering a man inflicts on a woman or a woman on a man. It's extremely painful. I agree that it's hardly bearable. But I very much fear that this sort of pain deserves no consideration at all. It's no more worthy of respect than old age or illness.
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Any solution to a problem changes the problem.
Any solution to a problem changes the problem.
There can't be a crisis next week. My schedule is already full.
There can't be a crisis next week. My schedule is already full.
I think over again my small adventures, my fears, These small ones that seemed so big. For all the vital read more
I think over again my small adventures, my fears, These small ones that seemed so big. For all the vital things I had to get and to reach. And yet there is only one great thing, The only thing. To live to see the great day that dawns And the light that fills the world.
The art of losing isn't hard to masters; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that read more
The art of losing isn't hard to masters; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
In cities no one is quiet but many are lonely; in the country, people are quiet but few are lonely.
In cities no one is quiet but many are lonely; in the country, people are quiet but few are lonely.
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But read more
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: "It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss... ".
Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.
Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.
I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half-empty. And cracked. And read more
I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half-empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.
