>a quiet life of desperation Damn, that's a nice phrase. Evokes so much with so little. What've you read that's stuck with you? Source as well if it's not a famous quote.

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Anonymous Mon May 13 11:27:02 2013 No.3753635 [Reply] [Original]

>a quiet life of desperation

Damn, that's a nice phrase. Evokes so much with so little.

What've you read that's stuck with you? Source as well if it's not a famous quote.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 11:28:02 2013 No.3753639 Men live lives of quiet desperation. Women live lives of idyllic happiness.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 11:29:01 2013 No.3753641 “Do not seek the truth; only cease to cherish opinions.” Best advice ever given.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 11:29:01 2013 No.3753644 >>3753635 you're easily impressed

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 11:30:01 2013 No.3753646 >>3753639 True, I also wouldn't be able to forget something so incorrect.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 11:31:01 2013 No.3753652 >>3753639 where the fuck is my happiness then

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 11:32:01 2013 No.3753657 >>3753652 >le muh grill facio

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 11:33:01 2013 No.3753658 Stephen Dedalus is my name Ireland is my nation Clongowes is my dwellingplace And heaven my expectation >>3753639 fag

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 11:33:01 2013 No.3753660 >>3753657 This post is so stupid that I'm reporting it.

Anonymous Mon May 13 11:34:01 2013 No.3753663

My absolute favourite: Job 38:1-7

1Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind and said:

2 “Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge?
3 Dress for action like a man;
I will question you, and you make it known to me.

4 “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
Tell me, if you have understanding.
5 Who determined its measurements—surely you know!
Or who stretched the line upon it?
6 On what were its bases sunk,
or who laid its cornerstone,
7 when the morning stars sang together
and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

Anonymous Mon May 13 11:40:01 2013 No.3753677
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A woman mimics her own reflection.

Art creates, science destroys the sensory world; that is why the artist is erotic and sexual, the scientist asexual. Optics destroys light.

Every true, eternal problem is an equally true, eternal fault; every answer an atonement, every realisation an improvement.
There is no such thing as chance. Chance would be a negation of the law of causality, which demands that even the temporal meeting of two separate causal chains still has a cause. Chance would destroy the possibility of life . . . It would nullify the connectedness of things, the oneness of the universe. If there is chance, then there is no God.

Anonymous Mon May 13 11:40:01 2013 No.3753679
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I am never able to comprehend why I committed the original sin, how the free could become unfree. And why?
Because I can only recognize a sin when I am no longer committing it. Therefore I cannot comprehend life so long as I am living it, and time is the mystery because I have not yet overcome it.

Anonymous Mon May 13 11:43:01 2013 No.3753683
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Among the notable things about fire is that it also requires oxygen to burn - exactly like its enemy, life. Thereby are life and flames so often compared.

Is the ocean due to the rivers, or the rivers due to the ocean? Who would decide that? So is it between God and man. The ocean wills the rivers, the river wills the ocean.

Anonymous Mon May 13 11:45:01 2013 No.3753688

How does resentment feel? It feels like unfairness, injustice. It directs the gaze outward, to protect one from dwelling on the flagrant lack of power which led one to feel resentment in the first place. It is not the Other that is causing the resentment, but yourself, and all resentment does is protect you from this painful realization, which would be otherwise added to the already unbearable pain of the resentment's cause.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 11:51:02 2013 No.3753698 Just as ships have a life raft, and spaceships in the future will have an escape pod — both of whose purpose is to allow the occupants to get away in case of an emergency — so too decadent religions have the soul, and for the same reason.

Anonymous Mon May 13 11:52:02 2013 No.3753701

They call it Greek mythology, but for the Greeks it was a religion. In the same way, one could speak of Christian mythology, and then the comparison, even on purely aesthetic grounds, finally appears in all its monstrous proportions, to the extent that even a distinction such as aristocratic versus plebeian flagrantly fails to do it justice. In the Greek religion we see the most fascinating and seductive tales of higher beings making war and love and all the rest; in the Christian one some ruffians in a desert praying for bread.

>>	St. Joan of Arc !!9ZSrfS1UbjZ Mon May 13 11:57:02 2013 No.3753709 File: 259 KB, 600x684, saint.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] "The self must be grounded and rest transparently in the power that established it--God." -Kierkegaard

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 11:58:02 2013 No.3753711 "I declare Than later on Even in an age unlike our own Someone will remember who we are." - Sappho

Anonymous Mon May 13 11:59:01 2013 No.3753713
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People these days know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
I knew a young lady of the last "romantic" generation who after some years of an enigmatic passion for a gentleman, whom she might quite easily have married at any moment, invented insuperable obstacles to their union, and ended by throwing herself one stormy night into a rather deep and rapid river from a high bank, almost a precipice, and so perished, entirely to satisfy her own caprice, and to be like Shakespeare's Ophelia. Indeed, if this precipice, a chosen and favorite spot of hers, had been less picturesque, if there had been a prosaic flat bank in its place, most likely the suicide would never have taken place.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:02:01 2013 No.3753717 >>3753701 The difference is Jesus was perfect, all the "Greek Gods" written about by Homer, were imperfect "sinners" in one way or another

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:07:01 2013 No.3753720 >>3753717 Seriously, he was such a "MAary Sue."

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:07:01 2013 No.3753721 >>3753635 Long live the new flesh -- Videodrome

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:19:01 2013 No.3753744 All is vanity

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:33:02 2013 No.3753771 >>3753635 Romantic Art begins with its climax - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Probably the best criticism i've ever read, comes form The picture of dorian gray

Anonymous Mon May 13 12:34:02 2013 No.3753773

A piece of writing from Thomas Ligotti.

Though I should say that I didn't read this piece at first, my first exposure to it was in a Current 93 track I heard. Yes, "that one".

"There are no means for escaping this world
that penetrates even into your sleep
and is its substance
you are caught in your own dreaming.
Where there is no space
and are held forever where there is no time.
You can do nothing you are not told to do.
There is no hope for escape from this dream
that was never yours.
The very words you speak are only its very words
and you talk like a traitor
under its incessant torture."
-Thomas Ligotti

When I first heard the line "the very words you speak are only its very words" it hit me in a weird place. The more I thought about that line later on the more it broke my fucking mind. Still does.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:37:01 2013 No.3753784 >>3753635 that quote sums up me right now

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:39:02 2013 No.3753791 File: 54 KB, 673x625, pixelfühl.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >I die of thirst beside the fountain. François Villon

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:39:02 2013 No.3753792 An endless hell of repeting punishment.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:44:01 2013 No.3753808 "If you seek revenge, expect revenge. If you wish for mercy, grant it. Too many years of the lives of too many men are already lost, pursuing the Phantom, "Justice"."

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:46:01 2013 No.3753813 >>3753792 >worklyfe

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 12:57:02 2013 No.3753847 god is dead - socraties

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 17:41:03 2013 No.3754888 >>3753847 reported -le athenians

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 17:49:03 2013 No.3754915 >>3753791 thats a good one

>>	None !!lZetafI6z8s Mon May 13 17:51:03 2013 No.3754918 >>3753773 that line sucks though and implies so much that's just wrong

Anonymous Mon May 13 17:54:03 2013 No.3754923

I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth's orbit ——————————— and wanted to shoot myself

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 17:57:03 2013 No.3754927 >>3754923 This shocked me a little bit when I read it. So unexpected.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 18:06:04 2013 No.3754949 >>3754923 i dont get it. help me out.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 18:06:04 2013 No.3754953 File: 191 KB, 325x326, 1354570412921.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] Keep cool, but care.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 18:12:03 2013 No.3754973 >>3754888 take caer of le cock, bitch --socarties.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 19:33:03 2013 No.3755288 >>3753773 hey. it's a good album.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 19:36:03 2013 No.3755293 >>3753639 Correction: Married men live lives of quiet desperation. Married women live lives of idyllic happiness. Single men live lives of idyllic happiness. Single women live lives of quiet desperation.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 19:37:04 2013 No.3755296 "Stone walls do not a prison make" - Lovelace

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:11:03 2013 No.3755757 >>3753711 >- Sappho >quoting a female lol so edgy /lit/ good job

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:27:03 2013 No.3755789 Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent. And into the trash do debates over religion go!

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:30:03 2013 No.3755796 “...the new world, the communo-bourgeois, sermonizing, Tartuffian, automobilistic, alcoholic, gluttonous and cancerous world has only two anxieties: ass and bank account...”

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:37:04 2013 No.3755804 File: 125 KB, 739x800, wijnen_private_allegorical_scene.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] Prison is a zoo within a jungle

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:40:04 2013 No.3755810 >>3753639 >>3755293 You're both faggots

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:41:04 2013 No.3755814 >>3755293 I hope someone kills you

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:41:04 2013 No.3755816 "Shut up", he explained.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:42:04 2013 No.3755818 Books are poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:44:03 2013 No.3755822 >>3753639 >>3755293 Seriously, people on 4chan are so unbelievably autistic as to actually think this shit

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:46:04 2013 No.3755830 The kid spat.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:48:03 2013 No.3755841 File: 257 KB, 358x520, 1367388224163.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>3755822 Actually this is an autism test. If you disagree = you are autism

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:51:03 2013 No.3755856 File: 952 KB, 1200x1556, arthur schopenhauer.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >The world is my idea

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:51:03 2013 No.3755854 Blab of the pave, a shout in the street.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:55:03 2013 No.3755865 He didn't know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:57:03 2013 No.3755871 File: 33 KB, 350x375, TOL1[1].jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] Three words, my friend Coum. Il. faut.

>>	cynical comunist quote but i luvit Anonymous Mon May 13 22:58:03 2013 No.3755873 "When I look up, I see people cashing in. I don't see heaven or saints or angels. I see people cashing in on every decent impulse and every human tragedy." - yossarian

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 22:59:03 2013 No.3755876 He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 23:01:03 2013 No.3755877 File: 27 KB, 620x743, 1365008207676.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] “The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.”

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 23:07:04 2013 No.3755895 Why should we faint, and fear to live alone, since all alone, so heaven has will'd, we die.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 23:09:03 2013 No.3755903 >>3755895 This is good.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 23:13:04 2013 No.3755909 >>3755877 Celine. Lovely.

>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 23:13:04 2013 No.3755911 "In this moment, I am euphoric. Not because of any phony god's blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my intelligence."

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>>	Anonymous Mon May 13 23:30:04 2013 No.3755955 Nothing I read sticks with me. True story.

>>	Anonymous Tue May 14 00:45:03 2013 No.3756174 There died a myriad, And of the best, among them, For an old bitch gone in the teeth, For a botched civilization, -Pound (from Hugh Selwyn Mauberley)

>>	Anonymous Tue May 14 01:03:04 2013 No.3756223 If Jesus was to come back today, we would crucify him again.

>>	Anonymous Tue May 14 05:05:03 2013 No.3756557 >>3755955 average speedreader

>>	Anonymous Tue May 14 05:06:03 2013 No.3756559 >>3756223 No, probably just institutionalise him and keep him floating on a sea of benzos and antipsychotics with all the other Jesuses, Napoleons etc.

Anonymous Tue May 14 05:37:03 2013 No.3756593
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For some time now the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead.

It happens when I speak to people. In the middle of a sentence it will come over me: yes, beyond a doubt this is death. There is little to do but groan and make an excuse and slip away as quickly as one can.

At such times it seems that the conversation is spoken by automatons who have no choice in what they say. I hear myself or someone else saying things like: "In my opinion the Russian people are a great people, but--" or "Yes, what you say about the hypocrisy of the North is unquestionably true. However--" and I think to myself: this is death.

Lately it is all I can do to carry on such everyday conversations, because my cheek has developed a tendency to twitch of its own accord.

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