#fe

Loving and being loved affirmed one's sense of self and conquered feelings of loneliness and alienation. It kept one sane. ↗

— Daniel Klein

#life

Stavo toccando con mano e vedendo con i miei occhi, per la prima volta, quanto fosse immenso il mondo e profondo l'oscurità e l'infinito fascino e solitudine di tutto ciò. ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#vita #life

Anche se sono stata allevata con amore, mi sono sempre sentita sola. Un giorno o l'altro tutti si perderanno nelle tenebre del tempo e scompariranno. ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#vita #life

Non ero triste per qualcosa in particolare, piangevo per tante cose insieme. ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#piangere #sadness #triste #vita #life

Take it for all in all, a representative gathering of Twing life and thought. The Nibs were whispering in a pleased manner to each other, the Lower Middles were sitting up very straight, as if they'd been bleached, and the Tough Eggs whiled away the time by cracking nuts and exchanging low rustic wheezes. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#jeeves #life

The battlefields of life were first meadows and gardens. We made them into battlefields, and by the same power, we must release the dark spell, so they are meadows and gardens once again. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#garden #meadows #power #spell #life

Striving to convey to this beloved audience of one what was going on around me during those five years, I learned the power of language to map a life, to overcome a distance, to focus attention on what matters most. ↗

— Scott Russell Sanders

#writing #life

It is only when you open your veins and bleed onto the page a little that you establish contact with your reader. If you do not believe in the characters or the story you are doing at that moment with all your mind, strength, and will, if you don't feel joy and excitement while writing it, then you're wasting good white paper, even if it sells, because there are other ways in which a writer can bring in the rent money besides writing bad or phony stories. ↗

— Paul Gallico

#writing-advice #life

В един момент щеше да му се наложи да признае пред света какъв е. Да признае и пред себе си, че иска да каже нещо на хората и иска те да го чуят. Дълго време неговата мантра беше „не ми пука“. Тази фраза го характеризираше като личност, позволяваше му да работи в кафене „Бразилия“ срещу минимално заплащане, да излиза с момчета, в които не беше влюбен, и да прахосва вечерите си на места като къщата на Бето. В много отношения щеше да му е по-лесно да продължи да живее както досега, да се разпилява всяка вечер в алко- холна мъгла и наркотици, да прекарва нощите си на поля- ните пред чуждите къщи, да пише просто за удоволствие, за запълване на времето, да казва на хората, че е Ричард Хардинг, завършил университет, но без работа и без перс- пектива. Естествено, не можеше да я кара така цял живот, но можеше да продължи поне през следващите няколко години. Междувременно щеше да се наслаждава на утехата от „не ми пука“ и на естетическата свобода, присъща за живота, изпълнен с невъздържаност от всякакъв род. ↗

— Andrew Porter

#life #life

An angel for some, a demon for some, for me, it's heart of the one. Never want to hurt, keep many secrets beneath the blood. sob in the dark, but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart. No one thought, no one observe, but, it supplies tears as blood. One day someone came, took it out from dark, she kissed it, loved it, played with it, put it with her heart, and makes it her life part. Daily she played, daily she fought, But, never she threw it out. one day, an unknown came, who kissed her, loved her, and used to play with her. He took my out my heart from her, and threw it on the street, then there is nothing more than weep. An angel for some, a demon for some, for me, it's heart of the one. Never want to hurt, keep many secrets beneath the blood. Sob in the dark, but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart. No one thought, no one observe, but, it supplies tears as blood. ↗

— Abhishek Singh Sikarwar

#hurt-feelings #hurt-love #love #love-at-first-sight #love-hurts