“The experience of the self is always a defeat for the ego.”
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Melancholic Quotes — page 41 of 412
“A consistent soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in chance.”
“Pushing me away so I give her space, awww. Dealing wit a heart that I didn't break.”
“It's pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.”
“What is left of your dream? Just the words on your stone. A man who learned how to teach then forgot how to learn.”
“You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?”
“The habits we form from childhood make no small difference, but rather they make all the difference.”
“How long does it take man to realize that he cannot want what he wants? You have to live in hell to see heaven.”
“It's a strange paradox that a man gifted with too many talents can fritter them all away without developing a single one to its full.”
“The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.”
“The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.”
“Two buckets were easier carried than one. / I grew up in between.”
“I lost some time once. It's always in the last place you look for it.”
“The longer I live, the more uninformed I feel. Only the young have an explanation for everything.”
“Moved by their selfish desires, people seek after fame and glory. But when they have acquired it, they are already stricken in years. If you hanker after worldly fame and practise not the Way, your labors are wrongfully applied and your energy is wasted. It is like unto burning an incense stick. However much its pleasing odor be admired, the fire that consumes is steadily burning up the stick.”
“We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.”
“Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.”
“There is something haunting in the light of the moon.”
“Here lies one whose name was writ in water.”
“Full, saturated colours have an emotional significance I want to avoid.”