Farah > Farah's Quotes

“[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I knew the alphabet. Maybe I could be a writer.”
― Hubert Selby Jr.

“Je pense, lui dis-je, que nous voilà, tous tant que nous sommes, à manger et à boire pour conserver notre précieuse existence et qu’il n’y a rien, rien, aucune raison d’exister… L’autodidacte répondit que la vie a un sens si on veut bien lui en donner un. Il faut d’abord agir, se jeter dans une entreprise. Il y a un but, Monsieur, il y a un but… il y a les hommes.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“Personne n'est capable réellement de penser à personne, fût-ce dans le pire des malheurs. Car penser réellement à quelqu'un, c'est y penser minute après minute, sans être distrait par rien, ni les soins du ménage, ni la mouche qui vole, ni les repas, ni une démangeaison. Mais il y a toujours des mouches et des démangeaisons. C'est pourquoi la vie est difficile à vivre.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more”
― Franz Kafka, The Castle

“Que voulez-vouz, je ne m'intéresse pas aux idées, moi, je m'intéresse aux personnes.”
― Albert Camus, Les Justes

“Aimer est la seule richesse qui croît avec la prodigalité. Plus on donne et plus il vous reste. [...] Moins il reste de chacun, et plus il reste des deux [...] Je vivrai jusqu'au plus grand âge, pour te donner ma mémoire. J'aurai toujours patrie, terre, source, jardin et maison: éclair de femme. Un mouvement de hanches, un vol de chevelure, quelques rides que nous aurons écrites ensemble, et je saurai d'où je suis.”
― Romain Gary, Clair de femme

“All great and precious things are lonely.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“Everybody says sex is obscene. The only true obscenity is war.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“She knew that even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness...”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“Words are loneliness.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl

“The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.”
― Aldous Huxley

“Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.”
― Charles Bukowski

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“I wanted the whole world or nothing.”
― Charles Bukowski, Post Office

“He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.”
― Rafael Sabatini, Scaramouche

“I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“- Monsieur Hamil, est-ce qu'on peut vivre sans amour?
- Oui, dit-il, et il baissa la tête comme s'il avait honte.”
― Romain Gary

“A cet instant, il se produisit un événement comme il en arrive un ou deux dans une vie. Un coup de foudre. Il n'y a pas d'autre mot pour qualifier ce qui se passa entre eux. Ils se regardèrent longtemps.”
― Jean-Michel Guenassia, Le Club des incorrigibles optimistes

“J'ai jamais aimé faire de la peine aux gens, je suis philosophe.”
― Romain Gary

“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years. You won't fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you've made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you've reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.

When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-

If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don't need to wish her anything, for she'll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“On redoute toujours de perdre la mémoire. C'est elle la source de nos maux. On ne vit bien que dans l'oubli. La mémoire est le pire ennemi du bonheur. Les gens heureux oublient”
― Jean-Michel Guenassia, Le Club des incorrigibles optimistes

“What do we say to the Lord of Death?'

'Not today.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Et il partira. Il sortira de sa vie comme l'on sort d'une pièce en s'excusant de s’être trompé de porte.”
― Patrick Lapeyre, Life is Short and Desire Endless

“I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.”
― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

“He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.”
― Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game