V obyčejném čase, v tom na hodinách, pochopí člověk určité věci. Když nechá čas běžet, pochopí jiné.
Peter HøegTags: inspirational time
Cantor illustrated the concept of infinity for his students by telling them that there was once a man who had a hotel with an infinite number of rooms, and the hotel was fully occupied. Then one more guest arrived. So the owner moved the guest in room number 1 into room number 2; the guest in room number 2 into number 3; the guest in 3 into room 4, and so on. In that way room number 1 became vacant for the new guest.
What delights me about this story is that everyone involved, the guests and the owner, accept it as perfectly natural to carry out an infinite number of operations so that one guest can have peace and quiet in a room of his own. That is a great tribute to solitude.
Tags: solitude infinity cantor
Maska ir ārējā patiesība. Nevis tāpēc, ka atklāj, kas aiz tās slēpjas, bet tāpēc, ka aiz tā nekā nav.
Peter HøegWhining is a virus, a lethal, infectious, epidemic disease.
Peter HøegTags: inspirational-attitude
Grief is a gift, something you have to earn.
Peter HøegTags: inspirational-love
Falling in love has been greatly overrated. Falling in love consists of forty-five per cent fear of not being accepted and forty-five per cent manic hope that this time the fear will be put to shame, and a modest ten per cent frail awareness of the possibility of love. [...]
Falling in love is a form of madness. Closely related to hatred, coldness, resentment, intoxication, and suicide.
I'm not crying about anything or anyone in particular. The life I live I created for myself, and I wouldn't want it any different. I cry because in the universe there is something as beautiful as Kremer playing the Brains violin concerto.
Peter HøegTags: music-beauty-emotion
It's a phenomenon that I've often observed without understanding it. Inside someone another person can exist, a fully formed, generous, and trustworthy individual who never comes to light except in glimpses, because he is surrounded by a corrupt, dyed-in-the-wool, repeat offender.
Peter HøegThe body's pain is so paper-thin and insignificant compared to that of the mind.
Peter HøegTags: pain
It’s the kind of day that might make you wonder about the meaning of life, and discover that there is none.
Peter HøegTags: smilla-s-sense-of-snow
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