With age I have voluntarily chosen certain limitations. I don't have the energy to start over again. To learn new skills or fight my own personality or figure out diesel engines.
Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not so...
A child who is born is something to seek out, something to search for, a star, a northern light, a column of energy in the universe. And a child who dies-that's an abomination.
There is way to understand another culture. it. Move into it, ask to be tolerated as a guest, learn the language. At some point understanding may come. It will always be wordless. The moment you grasp what is foreign, you will lose the urge to explai...
On closer examination, we are simply a banal tragedy spread over two generations.
We think there are limits to the dimensions of fear. Until we encounter the unknown. Then we can all feel boundless amounts of terror.
When my mother didn't come back I realized that any moment could be the last. Nothing in life should simply be a passage from one place to another. Each walk should be taken as if it is the only thing you have left. You can demand something like this...
Insgeheim wächst in jeder blinden, kopflosen Verliebtheit der Hass auf den Geliebten, der den einzigen Schlüssel zum Glück besitzt.
Deep within every blind, absolute love grows a hatred toward the beloved, who now holds the only existing key to happiness
Whining is a virus, a lethal, infectious, epidemic disease.
Grief is a gift, something you have to earn.
He has a light, fumbling brutality, which several times makes me think that this time it’ll cost me my sanity. In our dawning, mutual intimacy, I induce him to open the little slit in the head of his penis so I can put my clitoris inside and fuck h...
Every theoretical explanation is a reduction of intuition.
I've had the privilege of learning foreign languages. Instead of merely speaking a watered-down form of my mother tongue, like most people, I'm also helpless in two or three other languages.
Do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing? ... The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something.
To want to understand is an attempt to recapture something we have lost.
Wie so oft erhebt sich die Frage, weshalb Männer in ihrer Persönlichkeit oft diffus sind, wie es sein kann, daß sie an einem Obduktionstisch, in einer Küche, hinter einem Hundeschlitten virtuose Equilibristen sein können, während sie, wenn sie ...
The body's pain is so paper-thin and insignificant compared to that of the mind.
