Oh my, I love him.
Human beings can withstand a week without water, two weeks without food, many years of homelessness, but not loneliness. It is the worst of all tortures, the worst of all sufferings. We are all tormented by that same destructive feeling, the sense that no one else on the planet cares about us.
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| — | Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes (via cjspoolstra) |
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
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| — | Friedrich Nietzsche (via black-wolves) |
At the end of the day, who will remember?
When the sun has set over the rolling hills between Sacramento and San Jose, when the twenty-first out is recorded, when the final bell has rung, dismissing school, when the clock reads zeros, 00:00, who will remember?
Who will remember the glue,…
“When you see a shadow, Sophie, you will assume that there must be something casting the shadow. You see the shadow of an animal. You think it may be a horse, but you are not quite sure. So you turn around and see the horse itself - which of course is infinitely more beautiful and sharper in outline than the blurred ‘horse-shadow.’ Plato believed similarly that all natural phenomena are merely shadows of the eternal forms or ideas. But most people are content with life among shadows. They give no thought to what is casting the shadows. They think shadows are all there are, never realizing even that they are, in fact, shadows. And thus they pay no heed to the immorality of their own soul.”
-Jostein Gaarder, “Sophie’s World.”
I’ve been doing so much ta-ta-talking, trying to explain all the complex emotions and story-lines roaring through my veins, to no avail. Our efforts wavered and from there it all went downhill; it takes two to tango. Sometimes giving up and letting life roll you on is the best thing to do. To fight a dragon for an unwilling princess time and time again loses its valour. We learn one heck of a lot from our parents, whether in imitation, or antithesis.
