Therapist (Nikola Efremov) > Therapist's Quotes

“Chaos is what we've lost touch with. This is why it is given a bad name. It is feared by the dominant archetype of our world, which is Ego, which clenches because its existence is defined in terms of control.”
― Terence McKenna

“Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“There is no grief amount wolves. Nature has a wonderful way of making you face reality. You can sit and weep if you want, but you are likely to be killed while you're still in your mourning, because you let your guard down.”
― Jodi Picoult, Lone Wolf

“It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels

“The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels

“There was also the fact that sending a penniless writer to get $135 worth of beer was — as Khrushchev said of Nixon — 'like sending a goat to tend the cabbage'.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels

“A person’s never too old for stories. Man and boy, girl and woman, we live for them. - Roland Deschain”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“And remember that striptease of hers, just remember how deeply she was experiencing it! It was the saddest striptease I've ever seen. She was passionately trying to strip and at the same time she still remained in the hated confinement of her nurse's uniform. She was trying to strip and couldn't. And although she knew that she wouldn't strip, was trying to, because she wanted to communicate to us her sad and unrealizable desire to strip. Chief, she wasn't stripping, she was singing the elegy of stripping, singing about the impossibility of stripping, about the impossibility of making love, about the impossibility of living! And we didn't even want to hear it. We looked at the floor and we were unsympathetic.”
― Milan Kundera, Laughable Loves

“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I'm two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren't attached.”
― Fernando Pessoa , The Book of Disquiet

“I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises.
Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was,
I've always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat.
I was never convinced of what I believed in.
I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through.
Words were my only truth.
When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“We worship perfection because we can't have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I have to choose what I detest – either dreaming, which my intelligence hates, or action, which my sensibility loathes; either action, for which I wasn’t born, or dreaming, for which no one was born. Detesting both, I choose neither; but since I must on occasion either dream or act, I mix the two things together.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“All of this passes, and none of it means anything to me.
It’s all foreign to my fate, and even to fate as a whole. It’s
just unconsciousness, curses of protest when chance hurls
stones, echoes of unknown voices – a collective
mishmash of life.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“it’s because I have nothing to say. What is there to confess that’s worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then it’s no novelty, and if only to us, then it won’t be understood. If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant. I make landscapes out of what I feel. I make holidays of my sensations.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“I carry my awareness of defeat like a banner of victory.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“How I’d love to infect at least one soul with some kind of poison, worry or disquiet! This would console me a little for my chronic failure to take action. My life’s purpose would be to pervert. But do my words ring in anyone else’s soul? Does anyone hear them besides me?”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“He’s using you as his external, aftermarket conscience.”
― James S.A. Corey, Nemesis Games

“There was a button," Holden said. "I pushed it."
"Jesus Christ. That really is how you go through life, isn't it?”
― James S.A. Corey, Nemesis Games

“There was nowhere they could have gone and they went there anyway.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“This is always how the story would end,” he says to me. “Not with your screams. Not with your rage. But with your silence.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“In war, men lose what makes them great. Their creativity. Their wisdom. Their joy. All that’s left is their utility.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“If your heart beats like a drum, and your legs a little wet, it’s because the Reaper’s come to collect a little debt.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“You! Troll!" Sevro shouts. "I'm a terrorist warlord! Stop throwing me. You made me drop by candy!”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“How many mothers have prayed to see their sons, their daughters return from war only to realize the war has kept them, the world has poisoned them, and they’ll never be the same?”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“I know death well enough to hear it gather its breath.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“All the sadness, all the hurt in the past making this moment all the sweeter. If pain is the weight of being, love is the purpose.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“Look where we are. In space. Above a planet we shaped. Yet we live in a Society modeled after the musings of Bronze Age pedophiles. Tossing around mythology like that bullshit wasn’t made up around a campfire by an Attican farmer depressed that his life was nasty, brutish, and short.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“One has always had too much when one has had enough”
― Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade