Simone de Beauvoir
Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart. — Simone de Beauvoir
Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart. — Simone de Beauvoir
Solitude is necessary not only for writing but for love as such. I strongly believe only in love where you can preserve your own solitude. Rainer Maria Rilke has a beautiful definition of such kind of love, when he says that love consists in this: “that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.”… Continue reading Srećko Horvat
The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. — Bertrand Russell
Youth is wasted on the young. ― George Bernard Shaw
Death is a continuation of my life without me… ― Jean-Paul Sartre