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"Stiu c exist un singur suflet, rsfrnt in mii de atitudini trectoare.

" - Mircea Eliade "Daca un scriitor se indragosteste de tine, nu vei muri niciodata." "Nu invat regulile jocului. Cred ca nu l-as mai putea juca." Mircea Eliade How can another see into me, into my most secret self, without my being able to see in there myself? And without my being able to see him in me. And if my secret self, that which can be revealed only to the other, to the wholly other, to God if you wish, is a secret that I will never reflect on, that I will never know or experience or possess as my own, then what sense is there in saying that it is my secret, or in saying more generally that a secret belongs, that it is proper to or belongs to some one, or to some other who remains someone. It's perhaps there that we find the secret of secrecy. Namely, that it is not a matter of knowing and that it is there for no one. A secret doesn't belong, it can never be said to be at home or in its place. The question of the self: who am I not in the sense of who am I but rather who is this I that can say who? What is the- I and what becomes of responsibility once the identity of the I trembles in secret? Jacques Derrida, The Gift of Death And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared. ~Shakur The Rose That Grew from Concrete My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think and I can't stop mys elf from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire. Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea Freedom is what we do with what is done to us. Jean-Paul Sartre Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. Oscar Wilde What do we mean by saying that existence precedes essence? We mean that man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world and defines himself afterwards. If man as the existentialist sees him is not definable, it is because to begin with he is nothing. He will not be anything until later, and then he will be what he makes of himself. Existentialism is a Humanism Jean Paul Sartre She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal. Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins

"Individul a trebuit mereu s lupte pentru a nu fi inghitit de trib. Dac ncerci, vei fi adesea singur i, uneori, speriat. Dar nu exist un pre prea mare de pltit pentru privilegiul de a te deine pe tine insuti." -Friedrich Nietzsche Viata incepe de partea cealalta a disperarii. Jean-Paul Sartre "Acolo se ntinde i arde pe rugul cel mai nalt singurtatea mea ce i rotete braele ca un naufragiat." -Pablo Neruda "Simt n acest moment o necesitate de a striga, de a scoate un urlet care s ngrozeasc ntreaga lume, s fac pe toi s tremure, s plesneasc ntr-o nebunie de

groaz. Un trsnet teribil l simt virtual n mine i m mir cum nu izbucnete pentru a nimici lumea asta, pe care a nghii-o pentru totdeauna n neantul meu. M simt fiina cea mai teribil care a existat vreodat n istorie, m simt o bestie apocaliptic plin de flcri i ntunecimi, de elanuri i de disperri. Sunt o fiar cu un zmbet grotesc, ce se adun n ea nsi pn la iluzie i se dilat pn la infinit, ce moare i ce crete n acelai timp, ncntat ntre nimic i tot, exaltat ntre sperana nimicului i disperarea totului, crescut n parfumuri i otrvuri, ars de iubire i de ur, nimicit de lumini i de umbre. Simbolul meu este moartea luminii i flacra morii. n mine se stinge tot ceea ce e sclipire, pentru a renate n fulger i n trsnet. i ntunericul nsui nu arde el n mine?" -Emil Cioran
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. Oscar Wilde Am nchis uile ca s nu intre greeala. Atunci adevrul m-a ntrebat: Eu pe unde voi intra? Rabindranath Tagore

... "Voiam sa ma eliberez de acest eu, sa-l depasesc. Dar nu l-am putut depasi, n-am reusit decat sa fug de el, sa-l amagesc, sa ma ascund de el. Intr-adevar, niciun alt lucru de pe lumea asta nu m-a preocupat in gandurile mele intr-o asemenea masura precum acest eu al meu, enigma aceasta care consta in faptul ca traiesc, ca sunt unic, deosebit si delimitat de toti ceilalti. Si despre niciun alt lucru de pe lumea asta nu stiu mai putin ca despre mine." Hermann Hesse Sracii care se iubesc sunt bogai. - Oscar Wilde "The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself." -Friedrich Nietzsche Liberdade Que nada nos limite Que nada nos defina Que nada nos sujeite Que a liberdade seja a nossa prpria substncia...

Simone de Beauvoir (19081986) You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question. Albert Camus, The Fall She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal. Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins "Su muerte nos separa. Mi muerte no nos unir" Simone de Beauvoir. Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education. Bertrand Russell Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. Franz Kafka Life begins on the other side of despair. Jean-Paul Sartre

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