“‘I’m bored’ is a useless thing to say. You live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless. It goes on forever, inwardly — you understand? The fact the you’re alive is amazing. So you don’t get to be bored.”
—LOUIS C.K., to his kids, on Louie (via inothernews)
July 2011
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“Just for future reference, don’t use words like “love” anymore. It’s a very sensitive word and it wears out quickly. Romeo barely says it, but John Hinckley filled up a whole journal with it. To put it into your terms, it’s a currency that’s easily devalued. Pretty soon you’re saying it whenever you hang up the phone or whenever you leave. It turns into an apology. Then it’s an excuse. Some assholes want it to be a bulletproof vest: don’t hate me; I love you. But mostly it just means - more. More, more - give me something more.”
—Peter Craig, Hot Plastic (via fairylullaby)
I find this so true and there is no cynicism involved in that.
I find this so true and there is no cynicism involved in that.
“But gosh, what I get from you, Denny … People walk around today calling everyone their best friend. The term doesn’t have any real meaning anymore. Mere acquaintances are lavished with hugs and kisses upon a second or at most third meeting. Birthday cards get passed around offices so everybody can scribble a snippet of sentimentality for a colleague they’ve barely met. And everyone just loves everyone. As a result, when you tell somebody you love them today, it isn’t much heard. I love you, Denny. You are my best friend.”
—Alan Shore, Boston Legal
SO THIS IS HOW IT FEELS LIKE TUMBLRING ON A PRO OMG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
“We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. They are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. This happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. People in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers.”
—Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)
“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? 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.”
—Franz Kafka (via philo-sofia)
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The Argument:
“…respect for tragedy is a lot more dangerous than the thoughtlessness of childish prattle. Do you realize what is the eternal precondition of tragedy? The existence of ideals that are considered more valuable than human life. And what is the precondition of wars? The same thing. They drive you to your death because presumably there is something greater than your life. War can only exist in a world of tragedy; from the beginning of history, man has only known a tragic world and has not been capable of stepping out of it. The age of tragedy can only be ended by a revolt of frivolity.”
The Rebuttal:
“If high culture is coming to an end, it is also the end of you and your paradoxical ideas, because paradox as such belongs to high culture, and not to childish prattle. You remind me of the young men who supported the the Nazis or communists not out of cowardice, but out of an excess of intelligence. For nothing requires a greater effort of thought than arguments to justify the rule of nonthought. I experienced it with my own eyes and ears after the war, when intellectuals and artists rushed like a herd of cattle into the Communist Party, which soon proceeded to liquidate them systematically and with great pleasure. You are doing the same. You are the brilliant ally of your own gravediggers.”
” —Milan Kundera, Immortality
“I’m not like most girls.”
—Most girls (via gildedpearls)
