If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.
Kierkegaard
If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.
Kierkegaard
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I began to write this diary for the simple reason of saving myself, in fear of degradation and an ultimate indundation by the waves of a trivial life, which are already up to my neck.
Gombrovicz
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The only essential thing for life is forgoing smugness, moving into the house instead of admiring it and hanging garlands around it.
Kafka
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I have seen God, I have heard God: a ray of light under the door of my hotel room.
Celan
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The only genres I saw value in, which still conferred meaning, were diaries and essays, the types of literature that did not deal with narrative, but just consisted of a voice, the voice of someone’s own personality, a life, a face, a gaze you could meet.
Knausgaard
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Above all, it seems to me that the progress of literature consists in the gradual removal of all fictions.
Handke
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Nur so kann geschrieben werden, nur in einem solchen Zusammenhang, mit solcher vollständigen Öffnung des Leibes und der Seele.
Kafka
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All things rolling into manifestation. All things rolling into and out of presence. All things rolling and gathering into language.
Richard Capobianco
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The landscape thinks itself in me, and I am its consciousness.
Cezanne
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