[b]José Saramago
The history of mankind is the history of our misunderstandings with God, for he doesn’t understand us, and we don’t understand him.[/b]
Yeah, but He started it.
If you don’t write your books, nobody else will do it for you.
Trust me: That’s actually true.
…the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief.
How high up being of particular importance here.
…sometimes we ask ourselves why happiness took so long to arrive, why it didn’t come sooner, but appears suddenly, as now, when we’ve given up hope of it ever arriving, it’s likely then that we won’t know what to do, and rather than it being a question of choosing between laughter and tears, we will be filled by a secret anxiety to which we might not know how to respond at all.
All these fucking years, he thought, and I still don’t.
… that’s how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both.
My advice: Don’t count on me.
When we are born, when we enter this world, it is as if we signed a pact for the rest of our life, but a day may come when we will ask ourselves Who signed this on my behalf?
Seriously, would you sign it yourself?