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“Our Father, which art in Heaven, yes, so infinitely far away that no one knows where You are, almost nowhere, give us this day just a few crumbs to eat in the name of Thy Glory, and forgive us if we can’t pay the dealer and our creditors and let us not, above all, be tempted to be happy, for Thine is the Kingdom”
for the pot-stick, after all, is a sort of aristocrat among utensils; rarely used, and then as a rule for meat soup, that most appetizing of dishes, it spends most of its time hanging on the wall in spotless cleanliness and decorative idleness.
Why should those of whom one is fondest have to suffer the most, and why is it that one can never do anything for them?
It was as if nothing wanted to make any progress these days, as if everything was determined to drag itself along as slowly as possible.
Never do hymns seem so long as in the days of childhood, never is their world and their language so alien to the soul. In old age the opposite is true, the hours are then too short for the hymns.
The question was not whether one ought to be in debt or not, but whom one ought to be in debt to,
the world that she had looked forward to with such anticipation that she had thought sleep a waste of time. And now, when at last she had got out into this world of hers, she found herself suddenly so terrified of it that no matter how she tried she could not sleep for fear; she was surrounded on all sides by evil men whose wives wore red pants.
their eyelids heavy as sorrow.
Great is the tyranny of mankind.
My love he lives under a far, far roof, By a hearth that knows no sorrow, No tears, of bitter grief no sound; To my love is my joy for ever bound.
One lives for the spring, and yet one does not seem to believe in the spring before it has come. One dandelion, one plover, and it was as if everything was coming, everything that one lives for till one dies.
“the life of man is so short that ordinary people simply can’t afford to be born.
two human beings have such difficulty in understanding each other, there is nothing so tragical as two human beings.
and eyelashes that fostered great tears.
The lone worker will never escape from his life of poverty for ever and ever; he will go on existing in affliction as long as man is not mans protector, but his worst enemy.
