Posted by: Roberto Garro
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Life)
But I am going to keep on writing as well as I can and as truly as I can until I die. And I hope I never die.
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But I am going to keep on writing as well as I can and as truly as I can until I die. And I hope I never die.
They're not only rage and pain... you know I'm made of a thoughtful stone, the joy of hands clasped together. And, I'm free amongst beings. And amongst beings, I live like air, and I move away from beseiged solitude towards the thickness of battles to conquer indomitable joys.
The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for.
I try not to think about tomorrow; the future doesn't exist, say the indio of the highlands, we only count on the past to draw experience and knowledge, and on the present which is just the beat of an eyelid, because in that same instant it turns into past.
Life has been your art.
Being wise in life helps, but I'm made in my own way...
there's nothing to do.
Human life is but a comedy, in which everyone acts a part, and continues doing so until the great director makes him leave the stage.
Sometimes I thought that maybe that difference of mine from others may have been caused by a structural error. I mean, maybe, we're really different inside. As perception. I made these imaginary trips thinking that maybe what I called green for them was yellow. That maybe the taste I felt in eating pasta they felt by eating fish. That's why someone likes something and someone else likes something else. Simply because people feel different flavours. Then, maybe when someone says, I like fish, and someone else says, I like pasta, in reality they're talking about the same flavour. Once I got lost thinking that nothing tasted of anything until there was some sort of contact. That an apple didn't have a flavour of any sort until it meets the mouth that's biting it. From the meeting between the apple and the mouth is born flavour and so everyone of us in our lives creates different flavours... Like smells that change with the different skins. Everything is neutral. You give flavour to things, meeting them.
We are our past. And only through past is it possible to judge people.
One day, in a natural way, everthing changed. And nothing was the same as before. A world of certainty had been swept away, overwhelmed.