Quotes from books
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You're never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true.
Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
Nevertheless he is the only one of them all who does not seem to me ridiculous. Perhaps that is because he is thinking of something else besides himself.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analysed, women merely adored.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.
It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.
Language is the source of misunderstandings.
To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.
You move me to pity - you are so weak on this Earth made of granite.
Conceited people never hear anything but praise.
Keep things at arm's length... If you let anything come too near you want to hold on to it. And there is nothing a man can hold on to.
Then you shall judge yourself, that is the most difficult thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom.
To conceited men, all other men are admirers.
They are more to me than life, these voices, they are more than motherliness and more than fear; they are the strongest, most comforting thing there is anywhere: they are the voices of my comrades.
- Where are the people? It's a little lonely in the desert...
- It is lonely when you're among people, too...
Sometimes I used to think that one day i should wake up, and all that had been would be over. Forgotten, sunk, drowned. Nothing was sure - not even memory.
I have been so long master, that I would be master still — or at least that none other should be master of me.
I should never have listened to her. One should never listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance.
You're beautiful, but you're empty... No one could die for you.