The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness. The remarkable thing is that the cessation of the inner dialogue marks also the end of our concern with the world around us. It is as if we noted the world and think about it only when we have to report it to ourselves.
miercuri, 19 mai 2010
Loneliness
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness. The remarkable thing is that the cessation of the inner dialogue marks also the end of our concern with the world around us. It is as if we noted the world and think about it only when we have to report it to ourselves.
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Cutremuratoare poza asta :(
RăspundețiȘtergere"Singuratatea musca uneori chiar din inima"-Octavian Paler
RăspundețiȘtergereThat photo certainly looks lonely.
RăspundețiȘtergereAtata de trist este tabloul...imi vine sa plamg.
RăspundețiȘtergereDilinizi bilmiyorum ama kadraj harika...sewgiler.
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