George Steiner
Language can only deal meaningfully with a special, restricted segment of reality. The rest, and it is presumably the much larger part, is silence. — George Steiner
Category: Literary Critic
Robert Penn Warren
Tell me a story of deep delight. ― Robert Penn Warren
George Orwell
[Fascism is] psychologically far sounder than any hedonistic conception of life…Whereas Socialism, and even capitalism in a more grudging way, have said to people “I offer you a good time,” Hitler has said to them, “I offer you struggle, danger, and death,” and as a result a whole nation flings itself at his feet…We ought… Continue reading George Orwell
Hélène Cixous
But, regardless of gender, the writer must write about love…love which is our fate, [a] twisted thing, tortuous, delicate, eager, insatiable, the best, and worst thing, the junction point between everything and nothing, the oxymoronic knot of all existence, love which makes cattle meat of us — Hélène Cixous
Stanislaw Baranczak
Our Lives are, as a rule, spent in the gray zone of relative values and dull half-measures. — Stanislaw Baranczak
T.S. Eliot
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. ― T.S. Eliot
Jean-Paul Sartre
Life begins on the other side of despair. — Jean-Paul Sartre
Jean-Paul Sartre
Life is a panic in a theatre on fire. — Jean-Paul Sartre
T.S. Eliot
If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are? — T.S. Eliot
Fernando Pessoa
If, on thinking this, I look up to see if reality can quench my thirst, I see inexpressive facades, inexpressive faces, inexpressive gestures. Stones, bodies, ideas – all dead. All movements are one great standstill. Nothing means anything to me, not because it’s unfamiliar but because I don’t know what it is. The world has… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa
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