Our lives are rivers, gliding free to that unfathomed, boundless sea, the silent grave!
Pascal MercierHow would it be after the last sentence? The last sentence he had always feared and from the middle of a book, he had always been tormented by the thought that there would inevitably be a last sentence.
Pascal MercierTags: reading
We are stratified creatures, creatures full of abysses, with a soul of inconstant quicksilver, with a mind whose color and shape change as in a kaleidoscope that is constantly shaken.
Pascal MercierThere were people who read and there were the others. Whether you were the a reader or a non-reader was soon apparent. There was no greater distinction between people.
Pascal MercierTags: words books literature
Think that you have to die someday, maybe this morning.”
“I think of it all the time, and so I play hooky from the office and let myself bask in the sun.
Но я, какой я есть, это чистая случайность
Pascal MercierI love tunnels. They 're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again.
If by chance it is not night.
Tags: hope
It’s not the pain and the wounds that are the worst... The worst is the humiliation.
Pascal MercierTags: pain humiliation
What separates me from my present is like a fine mist, an intangible veil, an invisible wall. They don't put up the slightest resistance. Nothing would shatter if I were to walk through it. Because there is actually nothing at all between me and the world. A single step would be enough. Why didn't I take it long ago?
Pascal MercierTags: barriers
I would not like to live in a world without cathedrals. I need their beauty and grandeur. I need them against the vulgarity of the world.
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