Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents.
Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out there, a volcano might blow, Israeli commandos might decimate a Palestinian village. I couldn’t stop it. I was going to sleep.
One impossible day, of an impossible month, of an impossible year.
If only I could fall sound asleep and wake up in my old reality!
She gave me this look – she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.
It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.
I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place – death.
The curious thing about individuals is that their singularity always goes beyond any category or generalization in the book.
This was never any place I was meant to be. This isn’t a place for me.
I’ve always liked libraries. They’re quiet and full of books and full of knowledge.
You said that the mind is like the wind but perhaps it is we who are like the wind Knowing nothing, simply blowing through. Never aging, never dying.
Of course you keep telling yourself there’s something to be learned from everything, and growing old shouldn’t be that hard. That’s the general drift.
So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.
It’s just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.
When it’s all over, it’ll seem like a dream.
You have to make an effort to always look at the good side, always think about the good things. Then you’ve got nothing to be afraid of. If something bad comes up, you do more thinking at that point.
I’m the kind of person who has to totally commit to whatever I do.
Some people can work their butts off and never get what they’re aiming for while others can get it without any effort at all.
No matter how long you stand there examining yourself naked before a mirror, you’ll never see reflected what’s inside.
My grandpa always said asking a question is embarrassing for a moment, but not asking is embarrassing for a lifetime.