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"Look: the trees exist; the houseswe dwell in stand there stalwartly. Only wepass by it all, like a rush of air.And everything conspires to keep quiet about us,half out of shame perhaps, half out of some secret hope."
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"Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece."
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"Philosophy, most broadly viewed, is the critical survey of existence from the standpoint of value."
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"When we are not sure we are alive."
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"The being that I shall be after death has no more reason to remember the man I have been since my birth than the latter to remember what I was before it."
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"It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality."
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"Of my conception I know only what you know of yours. It occurred in darkness and I was unconsenting... By some bleak alchemy what had been mere unbeing becomes death when life is mingled with it."
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"I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."
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"Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly."
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"If your existence does not make any difference, you are no more than a dead body."
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"Because if God doesn't exist we are the creaturesof highest consciousness in the universe. We alone understand thepassage of time and the value off every minute of human life. Andwhat constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would have died tomorrow or the day after oreventually . . . it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, this life . . . every second of it . . . is all we have."
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"That's love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other."
Affection
"Works of art are infinitely solitary and nothing is less likely to reach them than criticism. Only love can grasp them and hold them and do them justice."
Aesthetics
"Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further."
Art
"Be ahead of all parting, as if it had already happened,like winter, which even now is passing.For beneath the winter is a winter so endlessthat to survive it at all is a triumph of the heart.Be forever dead in Eurydice, and climb back singing.Climb praising as you return to connection.Here among the disappearing, in the realm of the transient,be a ringing glass that shatters as it rings.Be. And, at the same time, know what it is not to be.The emptiness inside you allows you to vibratein full resonance with your world. Use it for once.To all that has run its course, and to the vast unsayablenumbers of beings abounding in Nature,add yourself gladly, and cancel the cost."
Mortality
"Someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male, but something in itself, something that makes one think not of any complement and limit, but only life and reality: the female human being."
Feminism
"Long you must suffer, knowing not what,until suddenly out of spitefully chewed fruit your suffering's taste comes forth in you.Then you will love almost instantly what's tasted. No one will ever talk you out of it."
Experience
"Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other."
Love
"Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness."
Loneliness
"Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor futurelessens . . . . Superabundant existencewells in my heart."
Existence
"I would like to sing someone to sleep,to sit beside someone and be there.I would like to rock you and sing softlyand go with you to and from sleep.I would like to be the one in the housewho knew: The night was cold.And I would like to listen in and listen outinto you, into the world, into the woods.The clocks shout to one another striking,and one sees to the bottom of time.And down below one last, strange man walks byand rouses a strange dog.And after that comes silence.I have laid my eyes upon you wide;and they hold you gently and let you gowhen something stirs in the dark."
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