Machines of Loving Grace
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace by Richard Brautigan I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where […]
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Hope has been destroyed with the destruction of all pleasure in myself
“Since that moment it is all up with me. My last remaining shreds of happiness and self-confidence have been blown to the winds, I can […]
Abnormally normal people
“The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal […] they are normal only in […]
The voice of destiny
“Might your bitter pain not be the voice of destiny, might that voice not become sweet once you understand it?” – Hermann Hesse *** “Great […]
Search for meaning
Some quotes from A Confession, Leo Tolstoy: My life came to a standstill. I could breathe, eat, drink and sleep, and I could not help […]
Misfits to whom the art of life and the art of love are foreign
“[Herman] Hesse’s pre-1917 heroes [in his novels] are made of soft stuff. They are predominantly esthetes who live only in dreams, hopes and anticipation, and […]
The Romantic
“That the life of man is but a dream, many a man has surmised heretofore; and I, too, am everywhere pursued by this feeling. When […]
Fear gone like an operation. Something else grew in its place.
“It had started the night before when he had wakened and heard the lion roaring somewhere up along the river. It was a deep sound […]
Long Day’s Journey
“None of us can help the things life has done to us. They’re done before you realize it, and once they’re done they make you […]
That beast astray who finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible
“I cannot understand what pleasures and joys they are that drive people to the overcrowded railways and hotels, into the packed cafés with the suffocating […]
You’ve forgotten your childhood; It will make you suffer until you heed it
“In your case, mind and nature, consciousness and dream world lie very far apart. You’ve forgotten your childhood; it cries for you from the depths […]
My attempts to adapt myself to the standardized world remain fruitless
It may well be that my thinking of today is somewhat different from that of twenty years ago, but my feelings and my being, my […]
