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I am a quote collector. I love writing down quotes and passages that mean something to me.
And by that I don't mean those plain motivational quotes you find on tumblr, because in all honesty, they are so direct an self-explanatory that I find them completely unnecessary.
A few months ago I had already published a post about some of my favourite bookish quotes and I still like the idea of sharing what has a deeper meaning for me. So, without further ado, let's dive into the wonderful world of words:
"I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good."
Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground
"Problems begin the moment we're born. We're born with infinite possibilities, only to give up one after another. To choose one thing means to give up on another. That's inevitable. But what can you do? That's what it is to live."
When I like people immensely, I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.
Oscar Wilde, the Picture of Dorian Gray
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.
Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
What are the dead anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?
Donna Tartt, the secret History
It is sort of weird, if you think abou tit. We live in a pretty apathetic age, yet we're surrounded by an enormous amount of information about other people. If you feel like it, you can easily gather that information about them. Having said that, we still hardly know anything about people.
Haruki Murakami, colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his years of pilgrimage
"This city is not about other people or buildings or streets but about your mental structure. If we remember what Kafka writes about his castle, we get a sense of it. Cities really are mental conditions."
No loss is felt more keenly that the loss of what might have been. No nostalgia hurts as much as nostalgia for things that never existed.
Rabih Alameddine, an unnecessary woman