It all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which...

Tristetea, ca si suferinta, ne revela existenta, deoarece în ele avem în constiinta separatia noastra de lumea obiectiva si nelinistea care da un caracter tragic vietuirii în existenta.Daca ar exista un zeu al tristetii, lui...

I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing

Getting lost is not fatal. Almost every time, it will make your world.

Life, here I come!’ he said. And was immediately and fatally run over by a bus.

La fatalité triomphe dès que l’on croit en elle.

Don’t you ever feel like, what if the world really IS messed up? What if we COULD Do it all over again from scratch? No more war. Nobody homeless. No more summer reading homework.’m listening....