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  • #1
    Haruki Murakami
    “I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself.”
    Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

  • #2
    James Kavanaugh
    “I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.
    We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

    For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”
    James Kavanaugh, There are men too gentle to live among wolves

  • #3
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

  • #4
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

  • #5
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #6
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

  • #7
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life unravelling it, don't say that you've wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky

  • #8
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them — the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky

  • #9
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there - that is living.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

  • #10
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky

  • #12
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don't bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get better results if you just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he's a good man.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky

  • #13
    Fernando Pessoa
    “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

  • #14
    Fernando Pessoa
    “Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #15
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I'm astounded whenever I finish something. Astounded and distressed. My perfectionist instinct should inhibit me from finishing: it should inhibit me from even beginning. But I get distracted and start doing something. What I achieve is not the product of an act of my will but of my will's surrender. I begin because I don't have the strength to think; I finish because I don't have the courage to quit. This book is my cowardice.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #16
    Fernando Pessoa
    “When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #17
    Fernando Pessoa
    “In this metallic age of barbarians, only a relentless cultivation of our ability to dream, to analyse and to captivate can prevent our personality from degenerating into nothing or else into a personality like all the rest.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #18
    Fernando Pessoa
    “What Hells and Purgatories and Heavens I have inside of me! But who sees me do anything that disagrees with life--me, so calm and peaceful?”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #19
    Fernando Pessoa
    “In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else's dream.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #20
    Fernando Pessoa
    “The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #21
    Fernando Pessoa
    “My hapless peers with their lofty dreams--how I envy and despise them! I'm with the others, the even more hapless, who have no-one but themselves to whom they can tell their dreams and show what would be verses if they wrote them. I'm with those poor slobs who have no books to show, who have no literature beside their own soul, and who are suffocating to death due to the fact that they exist without having taken that mysterious, transcendental exam that makes one eligible to live.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #22
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I had the same sensation as when we watch someone sleep. When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the state of slumber we can do no wrong and are unconscious of life, the greatest criminal and most self-absorbed egotist are holy, by a natural magic, as long as they're sleeping. For me there's no discernible difference between killing a child and killing a sleeping man.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #23
    Fernando Pessoa
    “Today I suddenly experienced an absurd but quite valid sensation. I realized, in an intimate lightning flash, that I am no one. No one, absolutely no one.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #24
    Fernando Pessoa
    “To love is to tire of being alone; it is therefore a cowardice, a betrayal of ourselves.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #25
    Fernando Pessoa
    “pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #26
    Fernando Pessoa
    “Sit still with me in the shade of these green trees, which have no weightier thought than the withering of their leaves when autumn arrives, or the stretching of their many stiff fingers into the cold sky of the passing winter. Sit still with me and meditate on how useless effort is, how alien the will, and on how our very meditation is no more useful than effort, and no more our own than the will. Meditate too on how a life that wants nothing can have no weight in the flux of things, but a life the wants everything can likewise have no weight in the flux of things, since it cannot obtain everything, and to obtain less than everything is not worthy of souls that seek the truth.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Education of the Stoic: The Only Manuscript of the Baron of Teive

  • #27
    Fernando Pessoa
    “In order to understand, I destroyed myself.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #28
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “In the end, you feel that your much-vaunted, inexhaustible fantasy is growing tired, debilitated, exhausted, because you're bound to grow out of your old ideals; they're smashed to splinters and turn to dust, and if you have no other life, you have no choice but to keep rebuilding your dreams from the splinters and dust. But the heart longs for something different! And it is vain to dig in the ashes of your old fancies, trying to find even a tiny spark to fan into a new flame that will warm the chilled heart and bring back to life everything that can send the blood rushing wildly through the body, fill the eyes with tears--everything that can delude you so well!”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

  • #29
    Albert Camus
    “She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.”
    Albert Camus, The Stranger

  • #30
    Albert Camus
    “We all carry within us places of exile, our crimes, our ravages. Our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to transform them in ourselves and others.”
    Albert Camus

  • #31
    Albert Camus
    “we rarely confide in those who are better than we. Rather, we are more inclined to flee their society. Most often, on the other hand, we confess to those who are like us and who share our weaknesses. Hence we don't want to improve ourselves and be bettered, for we should first have to be judged in default. We merely wish to be pitied and encouraged in the course we have chosen. In short, we should like, at the same time, to cease being guilty and yet not to make the effort of cleansing ourselves.”
    Albert Camus



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