Life is difficult.
This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths. It is a great truth because once we truly see this truth, we transcend it. Once we truly know that life is difficult – once we truly understand and accept it – then life…
Life is difficult.
True life begins where the tiny bit begins – where what seem to us minute and infinitely small alterations take placeSunday, November 20th, 2011
“Why, you only touched it a tiny bit, but it is quite another thing.” Bryullóv replied: “Art begins where the tiny bit begins.”
That saying is strikingly true not only of art but of all…
I’ll invent a secret scroll lost by Egyptians
and reveal its content: the directions
to your house, recipes for forgiveness.
History says my ventricles are stone alleys…
One should not search for an abstract meaning of life. Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life to carry out a concrete assignment which demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated. Thus, everyone’s task is as unique as is his specific opportunity to…
…I live in hell
‘Cause I’ve been expelled
I think I was in heaven
So give me something to sing about!
Give me something!
“I can’t help it. I want everybody to love me and it hurts me so when anybody doesn’t. And Anthony never will now. Oh, I just made an idiot of myself to-day, Marilla. I’ll tell you the whole story.”
Marilla listened to the whole story, and if she smiled at…
I learn immediately from any speaker how much he has already lived, through the poverty or the splendour of his speech. Life lies behind us as the quarry from whence we get tiles and cope-stones for the masonry of to-day. Colleges and books only copy the language which…
So, in the compass of the single mind,
The seeds and pregnant forms in essence lie,
That make all worlds. Great poet, ‘t was thy art
To know thyself, and in thyself to be
Whate’er love, hate, ambition, destiny,
Or the firm fatal purpose of the heart…
Now Wang Lung’s uncle and his wife had long since smoked all the flesh off their bones and they lay day in and day out on their bed like two dry old sticks, and there was no warmth in them. And Wang Lung heard his uncle…
After arriving home, Father Latour went at once to bed. During the night he slept badly and felt feverish. He called none of his household, but arose at the usual hour before dawn and went into the chapel for his devotions. While he…
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives,
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest:
Lives in one hour more than in years do some…