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They are always saying God loves us. If thats love Id rather have a bit of kindness.
He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that is where we really belong.
They are always saying God loves us. If that's love I'd rather have a bit of kindness.
At one with the One, it didn't mean a thing besides a glass of Guinness on a sunny day.
No human being can really understand another, and no one can arrange another's happiness.
What have we all got to expect that we allow ourselves to be so lined with disappointment?
Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.
Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.
Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.
For an artist to think in terms of success is like a priest trying to think in terms of success.
Suffering is not increased by numbers; one body can contain all the suffering the world can feel.
I wish sometimes you had a few bad motives, you might understand a little more about human beings.
Cynicism is cheap - you can buy it at any Monoprix store - it's built into all poor-quality goods.
I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.
A brain is only capable of what it could conceive, andit couldnt concieve what it hasnt experienced
Perhaps the comparison is closer to the Chinese cook who leaves hardly any part of a duck unserved.
Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?
So much of life [is] a putting-off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing [is] ever lost by delay.
Rocinante was of more value for a true traveller than a jet plane. Jet planes were for business men.
The subject of a novel is not the plot. Who remembers what happened to Lucien de Rebempre in the end?
In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.
No building was safe from the furniture, the pictures, the human beings that it would presently contain.
Oh, I’m not a Berkeleian. I believe my back’s against this wall. I believe there’s a sten gun over there.
One has no talent. I have no talent. It's just a question of working, of being willing to put in the time.
To comfort me is like the wrong memory at the wrong place or time: if one is lonely one prefers discomfort.
I had never known her before and I had never loved her so much. The more we know the more we love, I thought.
So long as one is happy one can endure any discipline: it was unhappiness that broke down the habits of work.
Politics, war, marriage, crime, adultery. Everything that exists in the world has something to do with money.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
If two people loved, they slept together; it was a mathematical formula, tested and proved by human experience.
My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.
God created a number of possibilities in case some of his prototypes failed - that is the meaning of evolution.
Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust. In a closely beleaguered city every sentry is a potential traitor.
There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.
Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance.
O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone for ever.
Our worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel; our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt
If I had to choose between life in the Soviet Union and life in the U. S. A. , I would certainly choose the Soviet Union.
She was not too young to be wise, but she was too young to know that wisdom shouldn't be spoken aloud when you are happy.
It was like having a box of chocolates shut in the bedroom drawer. Until the box was empty it occupied the mind too much.
He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.
I have never understood why people who can swallow the enormous improbability of a personal God boggle at a personal Devil.
Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.
Grief and disappointment are like hate: they make men ugly with self-pity and bitterness. And how selfish they make us too.
Thought's a luxury. Do you think the peasant sits and thinks of God and Democracy when he gets inside his mud hut at night?
Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.
In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock!
Oh well, perhaps when you're my age you'll know the heart is an untrustworthy beast.The mind too,but it doesn't talk about love.
It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.
A writer doesn't write for his readers, does he? Yet he has to take elementary precautions all the same, to make them comfortable.