Mach dir nicht die Mühe besser zu sein als deine
Zeitgenossen oder deine Vorfahren. Versuch nur besser zu sein als du selbst.
Tags: lebensweisheiten
Well, Bud," he said, looking at me, "I'll be damned if you don't go to a lot of trouble to have your fun. Kidnapping, then fighting. What do you do on your holidays? Burn houses?
William FaulknerTags: friendship best-friends bad-ass-writing
and i temporary and he was the saddest word of all there is nothing else in the world its not despair until time its not even time until it was
William FaulknerThe work of the artist is to lift up people's hearts and help them endure.
William FaulknerPoate că au avut dreptate când au pus dragostea în cărți, se prea poate ca ea să nu poată exista în altă parte.
William FaulknerWhat he was now seeing was the street lonely, savage, and cool. That was it: cool; he was thinking, saying aloud to himself sometimes, “I better move. I better get away from here.”
But something held him, as the fatalist can always be held: by curiosity, pessimism, by sheer inertia.
Oh,” he said. “I see.” But he did not see, exactly, though he believed that he could have been wrong and that she was right. And so a year later she talked to him suddenly of marriage and escape in the same words, he was not surprised, not hurt. He just thought quietly, ‘So this is love. I see. I was wrong about it too’, thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
William FaulknerI tell you, they were not men after spoils and glory; they were boys riding the sheer tremendous tidal wave of desperate living. Boys. Because this. This is beautiful. Listen. Try to see it. Here is that fine shape of eternal youth and virginal desire which makes heroes. That makes the doings of heroes border so close upon the unbelievable that it is no wonder that their doings must emerge now and then like gunflashes in the smoke, and that their very physical passing becomes rumor with a thousand faces before breath is out of them, lest paradoxical truth outrage itself.
William FaulknerMemory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
William FaulknerTags: belief memory recollection
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
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