- [...] for in this world everythingis pardoned in advance and therefore everything cynically permitted.
- [...] metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love.
- A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.
- Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes
- Es muss sein! (It must be so)
- Es könnte auch anders sein (It could just as well be otherwise)
- If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.
- Chance and Chance alone has a message for us. Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute.
- [...] but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For her thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty.
- Our dreams prove that to imagine -- to dream about things that have not happened -- is among mankind's deepest needs.
- vertigo n. the insuperable longing to fall; the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves; the intoxication of the weak
- What we have not chosen we cannot consider either our merit or our failure.
- Not until later did she understand that the word woman, on which he placed such uncommon emphasis, did not, in his, signify one of the two human sexes; it represented a value. Not every woman was worthy of being called a woman
- The day his father left, Franz and his mother went into town together, and as they left home Franz noticed that her shoes did not match. He was in a quandary: he wanted to point out her mistake, but was afraid he would hurt her. So during the two hours they spent walking through the city together he kept his eyes fixed on her feet. It was then he had his first inkling of what it means to suffer.
- [...] the transformation of music into noise was a planetary process by which mankind was entering the historical phase of total ugliness. [...] The omnipresence of visual ugliness would soon follow.
- And what he yearned for at that moment, vaguely but with all his might, was unbounded music, absolute sound, a pleasant and happy all-encompassing, over-powering, window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all, the pain, the futility, the vanity of words. Music was the negation of sentences, music was the anti-word!
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