The worker puts his life into the object; but now it no longer belongs to him, it belongs to the object.
Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.
For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.
There is always something left to love.
Time was not passing. . . it was turning in a circle.
When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead. "Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.
But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
We know that the adult in a certain sense has an attitude toward life exactly opposite to the attitude of commercials. Commercials say, 'Your longing for 3. 2 beer is very important. Your longing for skin that doesn't have any wrinkles in it, that's very, very, very important. ' The adult says, 'No, I've got wrinkles, so what?'
Lock all communication. If there's no light within my day. I'd rather stay in isolation. For that special someone a lifetime I'll wait.
The devil's voice is sweet to hear.
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.