Mary Catherine > Mary's Quotes

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“His descent was like nightfall.”
― Homer, The Iliad

“I didn't give a fuck whether I found anything or not. The thing is, never to be too anxious. Everything comes in due time.”
― Henry Millery, Tropic of Cancer

“The wondrous moment of our meeting...
Still I remember you appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.

In hopeless ennui surrounding
The worldly bustle, to my ear
For long your tender voice kept sounding,
For long in dreams came features dear.

Time passed. Unruly storms confounded
Old dreams, and I from year to year
Forgot how tender you had sounded,
Your heavenly features once so dear.

My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet --
Dull fence around, dark vault above --
Devoid of God and uninspired,
Devoid of tears, of fire, of love.

Sleep from my soul began retreating,
And here you once again appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.

In ecstasy my heart is beating,
Old joys for it anew revive;
Inspired and God-filled, it is greeting
The fire, and tears, and love alive.”
― Alexander Pushkin

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know”
― John Keats, The Complete Poems

“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“What do you do from morning to night?"

"I endure myself.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

“To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression.
I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

“Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

“Tell me how you want to die, and I’ll tell you who you are.”
― Emil Cioran, Tears and Saints

“Ever peaceful be you slumber
Though your days were few in number
On this earth-spite took its toll-
Yet shall heaven have your soul
With pure love we did regard you
For your loved one did we guard you
But you came not to the groom
Only to a chill dark tomb”
― Alexander Pushkin, The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights

“Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.”
― Emil Cioran

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.”
― John Keats

“I’ve lived to bury my desires,
And see my dreams corrode with rust;
Now all that’s left are fruitless fires
That burn my empty heart to dust.”
― Aleksandr Puskin

“No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.”
― Emil Cioran

“Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.”
― Stephen King

“We have convictions only if we have studied nothing thoroughly.”
― Emil Cioran

“Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.”
― Neil Gaiman

“When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, “What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act.” And they do calm down.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

“There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

“But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“Only those are happy who never think or, rather, who only think about life's bare necessities, and to think about such things means not to think at all. True thinking resembles a demon who muddies the spring of life or a sickness which corrupts its roots. To think all the time, to raise questions, to doubt your own destiny, to feel the weariness of living, to be worn out to the point of exhaustion by thoughts and life, to leave behind you, as symbols of your life's drama, a trail of smoke and blood - all this means you are so unhappy that reflection and thinking appear as a curse causing a violent revulsion in you.”
― Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

“The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.”
― Aldous Huxley

“Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

“Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.”
― Aldous Huxley

“No. Forget it. You’re only fooling yourself.” “About what?” “About anything being worth a damn. It’s dust, lady, all of it, dust and blood.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

“If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.”
― Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door. ”
― Coco Chanel