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  • #1
    Abdulsamad S.M.
    “Find me where the crowd is less, the sky is blue, and the wind is free. Find me in the midst of the forgotten; the abandoned. To the one who seeks my presence, find me in the company of the unseen.”
    Abdulsamad S.M., being human

  • #2
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
    “To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
    Ralph Waldo Emerson

  • #3
    We accept the love we think we deserve.
    “We accept the love we think we deserve.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #4
    Fernando Pessoa
    “No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #5
    Fernando Pessoa
    “We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #6
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #7
    Fernando Pessoa
    “In order to understand, I destroyed myself.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #8
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #9
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I am nothing.
    I'll never be anything.
    I couldn't want to be something.
    Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #10
    Charles Bukowski
    “I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.”
    Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

  • #11
    Charles Bukowski
    “I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. Some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. Some lose both and become accepted.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #13
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #14
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #15
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #16
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #17
    Franz Kafka
    “Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #18
    Franz Kafka
    “You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #19
    Franz Kafka
    “It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.”
    Franz Kafka, The Trial

  • #20
    Franz Kafka
    “I was ashamed of myself when I realised life was a costume party and I attended with my real face”
    Franz Kafka

  • #21
    Franz Kafka
    “If I could drown in sleep as I drown in fear I would be no longer alive.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #22
    Franz Kafka
    “Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #23
    Robin  Williams
    “So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?
    [Will nods]
    Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.”
    Robin Williams

  • #24
    Pablo Neruda
    “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

    Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
    and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

    The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

    I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

    On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
    I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

    She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
    How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

    I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
    To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

    To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
    And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

    What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
    The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

    That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
    My soul is lost without her.

    As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
    My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

    The same night that whitens the same trees.
    We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

    I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
    My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

    Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
    belonged to my kisses.
    Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

    I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
    Love is so short and oblivion so long.

    Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
    my soul is lost without her.

    Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
    and this may be the last poem I write for her.”
    Pablo Neruda



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