Anything that you really pour your heart and soul into is always rewarding. The most rewarding thing is probably making each other laugh.
Every action alters the soul of the doer.
Philosophy, the love of Wisdom, is at the very bottom defence against the incomprehensible.
Critical (i. e. , separating) methods apply only to the world-as-nature. It would be easier to break up a theme of Beethoven with dissecting knife or acid than to break up the soul by methods of abstract thought. Nature-knowledge and man-knowledge have neither ways nor aims in common.
To-day a democrat of the old school would demand, not freedom for the press, but freedom from the press; but mean-time the leaders have changed themselves into parvenus who have to secure their position vis-a-vis the masses.
Those who talk too much about race no longer have it in them.
Long, long ago the country bore the country-town and nourished it with her best blood. Now the giant city sucks the country dry, insatiably and incessantly demanding and devouring fresh streams of men, till it wearies and dies in the midst of an almost uninhabited waste of country.
I need you to protect me from being lonely. Don't fight for me. Be with me. That's what I need. "-Bianca to Lucas
I find that my touchstones go out the window, the routines, the things that you do to keep you grounded. Then when I'm out of work I have too much time. The trick is not to get lost surfing the Internet.
Damien Hirst's Mother and Child Divided (1993) is a work which can at first glance be read as nothing more than two brutally severed carcasses. "A freak show" was how the art critic of the Sunday Telegraph responded to its presentation in the Turner Prize in 1995. For me, the undoubted shock, even disgust provoked by the work is part of its appeal. Art should be transgressive. Life is not all sweet.
You'll know if he loves you by how long he's willing to fight.