Apologies are the hardest things to do!!!
Apologies are the hardest things to do!!!
It's snowing!![]()
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes.
Gaston Leroux - The Phantom of the Opera
^ Enjoy... I only wish I could see snow - Live, once.
I forgot eggs.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
No matter how little I write, it can always be summarised more.
WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD SOMEONE SEND A THREE LINE EMAIL AFTER I SENT THEM SEVEN 1000-AND-SOMETHING WORD EMAILS?!
However I still don't think I'm annoying.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
I am thinking everything is beautiful and interesting here. Meeting is beautiful and so is parting; taking rest or relaxing is pleasing so is working; reconciling is really nice and so is quarreling; for when you quarrel you will stimulate your nerves and that will excite you, for excitement is what we pine for after doing something in life. Life is beautiful and so is death; for we love life just because death has made life precious; for if there is no death we will be fed up with life. Hunger is sweet and so is food, for we would not devour food without hunger. Soothsaying is good so is abusing and insulting for without one the other does not exist. God is great so is the Devil and it is the idea of Devil the destroyer we have the idea of God the creator. Both of them do not confront the other’ existence, both are in pitch harmony
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
Um... why am I still awake doing orgo?
Nothing effects your body more than stress.
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
Many people are poor because they do not know the meaning of parsimony, for they fritter away what incomes come their way sumptuously thoughtlessly. They do not think for tomorrows like saints. Yet I doubt their saintliness for they are too much obsessed with commodities.
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
Why do toddlers cry in their sleep?
Just heard one crying in the building and they make the most heartbreaking sounds...
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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I feel so great after getting really angry.
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
Kafka's most haunting works are the ones which lack a conclusion; his novels were best left unfinished.
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
"He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man." -Samuel Johnson
Though DanielBenoit posted it, I certainly agree with him, and to answer your question, at least in my opinion, Kafka's other novels read quite differently from his Metamorphosis and can seem a bit "heavier." The Trial has somewhat of a powerful ending, yet presented in a very stoic manner, while The Castle, perhaps contributed to from Kafka's death before the novel's completion, has a very uneventful conclusion; somehow, it makes some sense as to what occurs at the end, and certainly adds to the novel's very evident mystery and darkness, but leaves the reader with a lot to digest.
Apart from I HATE THE CHECK MESSAGES BUTTON!! I'm very confused.
Why do things work this way? Do people lie, or do they just change their mind of a sudden?
Quality not quantity, however if I could have both it would be more convenient...
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot