Words were not given to man in order to conceal his thoughts
If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?
Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.
I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.
We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other.
Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered
The difficult thing isn't living with other people, it's understanding them.
Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones's eyes.
Reading is probably another way of being in a place.
Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all.
Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.
Men are all the same, they think that because they came out of the belly of a woman they know all there is to know about women.
Your questions are false if you already know the answer.
Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.
. . . if there is a way for the world to be transformed for the better, it can only be done by pessimism; optimists will never change the world for the better.
I think we are blind. Blind people who can see, but do not see.
You know the name you were given, you do not know the name that you have
...in matters of feeling and of the heart, too much is always better than too little.
One cannot be too careful with words, they change their minds just as people do.
Liking is probably the best form of ownership, and ownership the worst form of liking.
When all is said and done, what is clear is that all lives end before their time.
If we cannot live entirely like human beings, at least let us do everything in our power not to live entirely like animals.
We are so afraid of the idea of having to die… that we always try to find excuses for the dead, as if we were asking beforehand to be excused when it is our turn…
A tree weeps when cut down, a dog howls when beaten, but a man matures when offended.
Just as the habit does not make the monk, the sceptre does not make the king.
We all have our moments of weakness, just as well that we are still capable of weeping, tears are often our salvation, there are times when we would die if we did not weep - Blindness
As my cat would say, all hours are good for sleeping.
We never consider that the things dogs know about us are things of which we have not the faintest notion.
As so often happens, the thing left undone tires you most of all, you only feel rested when it has been accomplished.
Blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.
Oh, I'm not just going too far, I've arrived.
If you don't write your books, nobody else will do it for you. No one else has lived your life.
...you have to leave the island in order to see the island, that we can't see ourselves unless we become free of ourselves, Unless we escape from ourselves you mean, No, that's not the same thing.
Even death, faced with the option of death or life, she would choose life.
Words have their own hierarchy, their own protocol, their own artistic titles, their own plebeian stigmas.
Because each of you has his or her own death, you carry it with you in a secret place from the moment you're born, it belongs to you and you belong to it.
...the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief.
The history of mankind is the history of our misunderstandings with god, for he doesn't understand us, and we don't understand him.
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?
... that's how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both.
We say Fine, even though we may be dying, and this is commonly known as taking one's courage in both hands, a phenomenon that has only been observed in the human species.
...for human words are like shadows, and shadows are incapable of explaining light and between shadow and light there is the opaque body from which words are born..
... the best way of killing a rose is to force it open when it is still only the promise of a bud.
...the human being to lack that second skin we call egoism has not yet been born, it lasts much longer than the other one, that bleeds so readily.
That's how life is, what it gives with one hand one day, it takes away with the other.
There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.
All stories are like those about the creation of the universe, no one was there, no one witnessed anything, yet everyone knows what happened.
With the passage of time, as well as the social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the color of our blood and the salt of our tears.
Strictly speaking, we do not make decisions, decisions make us.
But truths need to be repeated many times so that they don't, poor things, lapse into oblivion.
The only thing more terrifying than blindness is being the only one who can see.
Such is our need to shower blame on some distant entity when it is we who lack the courage to face up to what is there before us.
Don't you know, If you don't step outside yourself, you'll never discover who you are
Anyone who gets up early by inclination or has been forced to rise early out of necessity finds it intolerable that others should go on sleeping soundly
One can show no greater respect than to weep for a stranger.
Will we ever learn that certain things can be understood only if we take the trouble to trace them to their origins.
We've all had our moments of weakness, and if we manage to get through today without any, we'll be sure to have some tomorrow.
Our god, the creator of heaven and earth, is completely mad
Just like everything else in life, let time take its course and it will find a solution.
In order to invent heaven and hell a man would need to know nothing except the human body
A man was on his way to the gallows when he met another, who asked him: where are you going, my friend? and the condemned man replied: i'm not going anywhere. they're taking me by force.
..there are times when it is best to be content with what one has, so as not to lose everything.
We all know that each day that dawns is the first for some and will be the last for others, and that for most people it will be just another day.
It is an unwavering rule for those in power that, when it comes to heads, it is best to cut them off before they start thinking, afterwards, it might be too late.
That we're going to die is something we know from the moment we are born, That's why, in some ways, it's as if we were born dead.
The virtue of maps, they show what can be done with limited space, they foresee that everything can happen therein.
Doubt is the privilege of those who have lived a long time,
When I think about it, I have no idea who you are, but that's not important, what matters is that we care about each other.
Perhaps it is the language that chooses the writers it needs, making use of them so that each might express a tiny part of what it is.
Casting a ballot is your irrevocable right, and no one will ever deny you that right, but just as you tell children not to play with matches, so we warn whole peoples of the dangers of playing with dynamite.
I have yet to hear a single idea that was worth considering for longer than it took us to listen to it.
Put less respectfully, these men and women, standing before the mirror of their life, spit every day in the face of what they were with the sputum of what they are.
...we confidently say that it's not worth trying to reach any conclusions merely because we decide to stop halfway along the path that would lead us straight to them.