Robert crede că ştie tot despre mine. Nici măcar nu bănuieşte că pot avea o viaţă a mea, independentă de a lui. Mă consideră doar drept o anexă. Îi sunt necesară pentru a se simţi confortabil instalat în existenţă. Sunt soţia lui.
تقبَّل كل ما تحصل عليه، لكن لا تتطلع إلى المزيد.
اليرقة التي تبحث عن معرفة ذاتها لن تتحول أبدا إلى فراشة.
أن تقرأ كاتباً لا يعني مجرد أن تأخذ فكرة عما يقوله، بل أن ترحل معه وتسافر برفقته.
عد الكسل مثل الخيانة، ولا تبحث عن راحة إذ لا يكتمل قدرك إلا في الموت.
The self requires a story.
There is no feeling so simple that it is not immediately complicated and distorted by introspection
Das Geheimnis des Glücks liegt nicht im Besitz, sondern im Geben. Wer andere glücklich macht, wird glücklich.
A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a butterfly
Society knows perfectly well how to kill a man and has methods more subtle than death.
Familles, je vous hais! foyers clos; portes refermées; possessions jalouses du bonheur.
He let Julius go. There was beginning to rise in him a feeling of profound disgust — a kind of hatred almost, of himself, of Julius, of everything.
How would one tell a story about happiness? One can only tell of the origins of happiness and its destruction.
Once I had made my mind up, I could see nothing but the advantages.
— Cveće, istina je, ne hrani čoveka, — govorila je ona — ali ono unosi radost u život. Ako biste od lepih mirisnih bašta napravili vrtove, nema sumnje da biste mi dali da jedem, ali biste u isti mah ubijali volju za život.