By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream.
Yet who reads to bring about an end, however desirable? Are there not some pursuits that we practise because they are good in themselves, and some pleasures that are final? And is not this among them? I have sometimes dreamt, at least, that when the Day of Judgement dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards–their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble–the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when he sees us coming with our books under our arms, ‘Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading.’
-Kurt Cobain: “Ben çok ümitsizim! Artık eski tutkum yok, ve şunu hatırla, sönüp gitmektense yanmak daha iyidir.” -Nilgün Marmara “Hayatın neresinden dönülse kardır.” -Virginia Woolf: “Yaşamak neden böyle içler acısı, neden bir uçurumun yanıbaşından geçen daracık bir yol gibi” -Hunter Thompson “Artık bana ihtiyaç yok. Sıkıcıyım ve huysuzum.Yaşımın olgunluğunda davranacağım.Bu acıtmayacak.” -Heinrich Von Kleist: “Yeryüzünde artık öğrenip edineceğim hiçbir şey kalmadığı için ölüyorum. Elveda!” -Romain Gary: “Çok eğlendim, hoşçakalın ve teşekkürler!” -İlhami Çiçek: “Yalnız hüznü vardır, kalbi olanın.“
The signs as letters between Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West
Aries:"Do you really love me? Much? Passionately not reasonably?"
Taurus:"But I do adore you — every part of you from heel to hair. Never will you shake me off, try as you may."
Gemini:"I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about — with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it."
Cancer:"I wish I didn’t love you so much. No I don’t though; that’s not true. I am glad I do. I don’t know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you."
Leo:"Yes, I am glad you miss me, even if it is ‘damned unpleasant.'"
Virgo:"You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I really don’t resent it."
Libra:"The flowers have come and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you—"
Scorpio:"I wish you could live in my brain for a week. It is washed with the most violent waves of emotion."
Sagittarius:"You may have discovered entire new countries in your own soul."
Capricorn:"I find I get more and more disagreeably solitary; In fact I foresee the day when I shall have gone too far into myself that there will no longer be anything to be seen of me at all. Will you, please, remember to pull away the coverings from time to time?"
Aquarius:"I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd."
Pisces:"I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know at least that I miss you damnably: that is a good fixed star."
Suppose, for instance, that men were only represented in literature as the lovers of women, and were never the friends of men, soldiers, thinkers, dreamers; how few parts in the plays of Shakespeare could be allotted to them; how literature would suffer! We might perhaps have most of Othello; and a good deal of Antony; but no Caesar, no Brutus, no Hamlet, no Lear, no Jaques –literature would be incredibly impoverished, as indeed literature is impoverished beyond our counting by the doors that have been shut upon women.