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Podría mantener la impresión de pertenecer y de saber sobre todo lo que se movía a su alrededor, y eso era muy importante para un hombre cuyo trabajo consistía en tratar con otros seres humanos.

En una buena causa no hay fracasos, sólo éxitos postergados.

En cualquier conspiración, los puntos más débiles los conforman las personas que la componen.

Mi lealtad está donde corresponde; con la honestidad y la decencia, al margen de la forma de ser que las practique.

Los grupos, como los individuos, se alzan a indecibles alturas en respuesta a un desafío, y se limitan a vegetar cuando éste falta.

tal vez fuera sincero en su locura y loco en su sinceridad

The ghoulish trigonometry of fate.

Subject, not object, and therefore no delusions permitted. No deceptions possible. Intelligence is the one human quality that can't be faked.

You invented them. You used them as fictive embodiments of your own desires, ignoring their problems and personal histories, failing to grasp who they were outside of your own imagination, and yet the more they eluded you, the more passionately you longed for them.

Joubert: One must die loveable (if one can). How difficult it is to be loveable, especially for someone who is old, who is sinking into decrepitude and must be cared for by others. If one can. There is probably no greater human achievement than to be loveable at the end, whether that end is bitter or not. (...) to what degree a person can remain human hanging on in a state of helplessness and degradation.

Every moment in history is fraught with its own problems, its own injustices, and every period manufactures its own legends and pieties.

We are all aliens to ourselves, and if we have any sense of who we are, it is only because we live inside the eyes of others.

she could have developed an interest in music or art or books, in anything really, just so long as it was some kind of passionate, sustaining interest, but she had never formed the habit of nurturing inner pursuits of that kind, and therefore, she continued to flail around, never quite sure what to do with herself when she woke up in the morning.

La valentía tiene que recorrer un camino mucho más largo. La curiosidad es igual que un amigo simpático en quien no puedes confiar. Te instiga y, cuando le parece, se va. Y entonces tú solo tienes que tirar adelante haciendo acopio de coraje.

Nada consume tanto a una persona como los esfuerzos innecesarios y absurdos.

such is the price you pay for leaving home, and as long as you continue to travel, the nowhere that lies between the here of home and the there of somewhere else will continue to be one of the places where you live.

Such was lofe in France. People pushed by force of habit, pushed for the pure pleasure of pushing, and they would go on pushing until you showed them you were willing to push back, at which point you would earn their respect.

Such was lofe in France. People pushed by force of habit, pushed for the pure pleasure of pushing, and they would go on pushing until you showed them you were willing to push back, at which point you would earn their respect.

but most of all the sensation of sidewalks, for that is how you see yourself whenever you stop to think about who you are: a man who walks, a man who has spent his life walking through the streets of cities

she possesses an uncanny ability to read the minds of others, to see into the souls of ithers, to sniff out the hidden undercurrents of any human situation

La curiosidad es un vicio tremendo

se encerró poco a poco en un caparazón. Creó un muro de apacibilidad donde nada penetraba, donde no caía ningún rayo.

No doubt you are a flawed and wounded person, a man who has carried a wound in him from the very beginning (why else would you have spent the whole of your adult life bleeding words onto a page?)

you understand that you are depleted, drained of all physical energy, all emotional energy, utterly spent in a way you could not have imagined possible, so crushed that you feel you might burst into tears at any moment.

each scar is the trace of a healed wound, and each wound was caused by an unexpected collision with the world—that is to say, an accident, or something that need not have happened, since by definition an accident is something that need not happen. Contingent facts as opposed to necessary facts, (...) all life is contingent, except for the necessary fact that sooner or later it will come to an end.

La biología, como había dicho George Wald, era una ciencia singular puesto que no podía definir el objeto de sus estudios. Nadie daba una definición satisfactoria de la vida. Nadie sabía qué era la vida en realidad. Las antiguas definiciones (...) no tenían valor alguno. Porque siempre se podían encontrar excepciones.

Si no tienes nada que hacer, los pensamientos te van llevando cada vez más lejos. Te llevan tan lejos, que llega un punto en que ya no puedes seguirlos.

Todo lo que aparecía ante mis ojos era tan maravillosamente nítido, que sentía mi propio cuerpo como un ente vago, desdibujado.

las sombras parecían manchas indelebles fijadas eternamente en el suelo. No penetraba ningún sonido hasta aquel lugar y parecía, incluso, que se oía respirar la hierba bañada por los rayos del sol.

I have given up marvelling at the capacity of the human mind to mantain two opposing emotions simultaneously. I merely accept it.