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friedrich nietzche
friedrich nietzche - Bilingual quotes that celebrate the beauty of language, showcasing meaningful expressions in two unique perspectives.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
It is funny-crying for our good morals to become in the interest of the police, and the reason is that we have not learned lying. The form of the matter: "Say the truth!" That her parents and mothers have established in our minds, make us feel automatically shame when we lie even if we are in front of the policeman who is interrogating us. And it is easier for us to quarrel with him and insult him {and this does not make sense} from being lying to him explicitly {as this is the only matter that is worthy of it}.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
Then Thomas remembers the story of Audib. Odip also did not know that he was falling into his mother, yet when he knew about it, he did not find himself innocent. He could not bear the scene of the misery caused by his ignorance, so he vowed his eyes and left "Theme" while he was blind. Thomas was hearing the Communists of the Communists defending their innocence, and thinking: Because of your ignorance, this country has lost his freedom for many centuries, and they were stressed, saying that you are innocent? How do you dare look around? How, did you get panic? Or you have no eyes to see! If you really have eyes, you would have taken it and left "Thib"! This comparison was to him to the extent that he used it repeatedly in his conversations with his friends, and he was expressed in more stinging and more eloquent phrases.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
Since then, both of them are already tied to sleep together. It is almost inclined to say that the goal of sexual intercourse for them was not ecstasy, but the drowsiness that follows it. It, especially, could not sleep without it. If she coincided and remained alone in her small apartment {which is only just a trick} she was unable to clinch eyelids all night. As for his arms, she was always ashamed, whatever the degree of her disturbance. For her, he was telling her with a faint voice stories that he created, or funny words and words that would restore her with a monotonous tone. In their imagination, these words turned into confused visions taking their hand into the first dream. He had a supernatural influence on her seduction and was asleep in the minute he decided to choose.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
Then the famous "Plato" legend remembered the "banquet": In the past, humans were dual sex, and God divided them into half -wandering through the world, insulting each other. Love is the desire to find the other half lost from ourselves.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
If the sexual argument is an automatic entertainment of the Creator, then love, unlike this, belongs only to us and we can escape from the grip of the Creator. Love is our freedom. Love is beyond all "what is not of it."
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
The expression of the shit that it suddenly possessed was of the human race. She remembered that she recently told him: "I began to feel grateful for you because you have never wanted to have children."
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
Then she added: โThere in the hospital, I started classifying books into two categories: daytime books and night books. This is true, there are books for the day and other books that can only be read at night. โ
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
Her screaming was not nathered and was not a shelter, but rather a real screaming. She was shouting loudly to the point that Thomas was away from her head from her face as if her hearty voice would hople his ear drum. This screaming was not an expression of estrus, as rut โโis the maximum mobilization of the senses: we monitor the other with great attention and hear its lowest voices. But the shouting of Teresa was otherwise, he wanted to exhaust the senses and prevent it from seeing and hearing. It was the naive idealism of her love that disturbed within her, wanting to abolish all contradictions, abolish the dualism of the soul and body, and even in abolishing time.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
Thomas thought: The brutality of a woman and sleeping with her are not only different, but also contradictory. Love is not manifested by the desire to have sex {and this desire applies to a countless sentence of women} but with the desire to sleep common {and this desire is only one woman}.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
I previously said that the metaphors are dangerous and that love starts from metaphor. In another word: Love begins at the moment when a woman registered in our poetic memory through a phrase.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
They were united with tenderness except at night during sleep. They used to hold on their hands and then forgot the abyss {the abyss of daylight} that separated them. But these nights did not give Thomas, neither time nor the means to protect and take care of her. Therefore, when he saw her in the morning, his heart was contracted and trembling for fear of her: she looked sad and frustrated.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
The love between him and the Teresa was definitely beautiful, but he was tired: he always had to hide something, to conceal, reiterate, raise her morale, to consult her, and to constantly prove his love for her and to receive her jealousy, pain and dreams, and to feel By guilt, to justify himself and apologize. . Now all fatigue faded and only the sweetness remains.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
A person can never realize what he has to do, because he only has a single life, he cannot compare it with previous lives or repair them in subsequent lives.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
She felt an unbridled desire to say to him, as she says, "Do not leave me, keep me next to you, enslave me, be strong." But she cannot and does not know to utter such words.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
The tragedy of life can be shortened by weight. For example, we say that a load has fallen over our shoulders. We carry this pregnancy. We bear it or do not endure it and wrestle with it, and in the end, either we lose or we win. But what happened with Sabina exactly? nothing. She separated from a man because she was willing to separate him. Is it after that? Have you tried to take revenge? no. Its tragedy is not the tragedy of weight, but the tragedy of the lightness and the pregnancy that fell over it was not a load, but rather the unbearable lightness.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
Human time does not go in a circular form, but rather progresses in a straight line. Hence, a person cannot be happy because happiness is a desire for repetition.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
For Franz, music is the most close art of Dionisi beauty that sanctifies euphoria. A novel or a painting can grow us but with difficulty. With the ninth symphony of Bethvin, or with the Sonata, composed of the Piano and Click machines for Partok, or with a song for the Pitles, the euphoria is applied. On the other hand, Franz does not differentiate between great music and light music. This distinction appears to him wicked, as he loves rock music and Mozar. Music for him is an induction: it is freed from unity and isolation and from the dust of libraries. Inside his body, doors are opened to the soul to get out of the soul and take care of others. He also loves to dance alongside that and feels sorrow because Sabina does not share this fondness.
ู ููุงู ูููุฏูุฑุง
Then he felt suddenly with an irresistible mysterious desire to hear huge music, to hear an absolute noise, a beautiful bustle and a joy that surrounds everything, drowns and suffocates everything, so the pain, vanity and the insignificance of words disappears.
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