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The taste of life, the taste for life. That is never satisfied. That never can be satisfied, because life even as we are in the very act of living it, is so ravenously hungering after itself, that it never lets itself be fully tasted. The taste for life comes to us from the past, from the memories that hold us bound, but bound to what? To this folly of ours? To this mass of vexations? To so many stupid illusions? To so many insipid occupations?
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ولكن ألا ترين أن علةالبلاء فى الكلام ، كل واحد منا لديه عالم كامل فى نفسه ، و كل واحد منا له عالمه الخاص ! فكيف يفهم بعضنا بعضا أيها السادة إذا كنت أضع فى كلماتى التى أقولها معانى و قيم الأشياء كما أفهمها فى عالمى أنا ، بينما يفترض من يستمع إلى إن كلماتى لها المعانى و القيم الخاصة بعالمه هو ، نحن نظن أننا سوف نتقابل ، و الواقع أننا لن نتقابل أبدا !
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You don't know what it means to live the life that you could have lived, if an event over which you have no control, an unforeseeable circumstance, had not distracted and diverted you, and at times crushed you, as has happened to me.
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...and here, in this if I always lose myself.
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Nati vivi, volevano vivere.
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Because evil, my dear child, can be done to anyone and by everyone, but good can only be done to those who need it.
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And the air is new. And everything, instant by instant, is as it is, preparing to appear. [...] This is the only way I can live now. To be reborn moment by moment. [...] I die at every instant, and I am reborn, new and without memories: live and whole, no longer inside myself, but in every thing outside.
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You don’t appreciate the fact that madmen are very lucky.
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A quanti uomini, presi nel gorgo d'una passione, oppure oppressi, schiacciati dalla tristezza, dalla miseria, farebbe bene pensare che c'è, sopra il soffitto, il cielo, e che nel cielo ci sono le stelle. [...] Contemplandole, s'inabissa la nostra inferma piccolezza, sparisce nella vacuità degli spazii, e non può non sembrarci misera e vana ogni ragione di tormento. Ma bisognerebbe avere in sé, nel momento della passione, la possibilità di pensare alle stelle.
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