Quotes by Márai Sándor

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The angel from heaven, hurry to the frosty, frosty Budapest. To where the bells ring among the Russian tanks. Where Christmas does not sparkle, There are no golden nuts on the trees, There is nothing but frost, shivering, hunger. Tell them in a way they understand. Speak aloud from the night: Angel, bring news of the miracle.

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You know, every person has someone who is their prosecutor, inspector, judge, and at the same time somewhat of an accomplice in the mysterious and terrifying trial that is life. This man is the eyewitness. He is someone who sees and knows you completely. Everything you do is a little prepared for him, when you are successful, you think: "Will he believe it?..." The eyewitness stands in the background, for the rest of our lives. Such an uncomfortable playmate. But you can't get rid of it, maybe you don't even want to.

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Desire speaks to us in a thousand languages. I understand all that. But only free men can throw themselves into these overflowing deep waters... Everything else is vile fraud, worse than conscious cruelty. People who are related to each other cannot live with secrets in their hearts. This is the meaning of cheating.

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How long does it take for a person to learn that all peoples are "special"!

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How pure, how never repeated, what an adventure that cannot be replaced by any other relationship, is the first friendship with a boy! (...) Jealousies, ambitions and interests pervade the affections within the family, the awkward-celebratory, sickly, improbable and feverish state of love does not give that gentle peace, the touching feeling of disinterestedness, benevolence, and lack of intention. idyll, which is the first friendship between two boys.

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Unhappiness is not given for free either. The work of writing - regardless of its quality - requires that the heart, nerves and consciousness be kept at a temperature that is more scorching than the average feeling of life. There is no bargaining, and there is no question of whether it is "worth it" - one cannot bargain with one's obsession, which others may consider a "calling" and label it with attractive symbols; its naked and rough name, I think, is still the obsession... "Happy" people do not create; a happy person is simply happy.

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I want to write the truth here. I accustom myself to the truth like a seriously ill patient to life-threatening, bitter medicine; it might kill me, but it might help; I really have nothing to lose. The truth is that I cannot blame anyone for my mental makeup and the turn of my fate.

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"Big things" don't happen in life. If we later look back and look for the moment when something decisive and irreparable happened to us - the "experience" or "accident" that made up our later life - we usually only find such modest traces, or not even that much. There really is no other "experience" but family; and there is no other "tragedy", only the moment when you have to decide whether you will remain in the family and its wide-ranging versions, in the "class", in the world view, in the race - or on your own path, and you know that now you are alone forever, you are free, but everyone's prey, and only you can help yourself.

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Children's "social" sense is dull and underdeveloped. Every child is ambitious and an undisguised supporter of unlimited private property.

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Music ennobles the mood.

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You have to love someone, and in my uninformed confusion, how could I have known the great secret that loving is not enough? - you have to love humbly if you don't want to suffer too much from your feelings.

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Create and nurture your soul like a garden, take care of the seasons of life, when it is time for weeding, weeding, fertilizing, and the other, when everything blossoms in your soul, and becomes fragrant and lush, and the other again, when everything withers, and this is all right, and again until the next time, when death covers and buries everything with its white shroud. Bloom and perish like the garden: for everything is within you. Know this: you are the garden and the gardener at the same time.

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Hebehurgya's business is to derive the disease of a lifetime from a single injury, as if from some infectious source, and to prove that all evil sprang from it.

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The family hierarchy is delicate, complicated and sensitive.

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Tell me, because this is a miracle of the world: A poor people's Christmas tree began to burn in the Silent Night - And many are now making the cross. The people of continents are watching, watching, One understands, the other doesn't. They shake their heads, this is a lot, for many. They pray or they are terrified, Because something else hangs on the tree, not candy: People's Christ, Hungary.

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The history of every family tells of such a period of crisis, when nothing tangible "happens", and yet the relationship of family members to each other is fixed at some emotional temperature for decades, sometimes for the duration of life.

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The words are lame, imperfect, not enough to express.

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What remains in life as a great gift, from which we collect the reserves of our faith and goodwill, is most often just such an unexpected, insignificant gift.

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What is the material made of that people tear when they "tear"? The words of the Hungarian language are precise and perceptive; it is always worth paying attention to their inner and symbolic meaning; therefore; two people separate from each other, "break up", and in these moments some fine wire, yarn, woven from feeling, affection, stimulus, curiosity, sadness, desire... astral fabric, which has held them together until now, breaks. It was torn apart because they broke up, and now it doesn't hold them anymore... In a way, the Earth was torn away from the Sun, Thought from Feeling, and in the end from Jancsi and Juliska. Now they stare at the sky and think that breaking up is a lonely thing. But at this time, something happens in outer space as well.

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Write down and pronounce every word in such a way that it can withstand the test of worldly reality. Perhaps this is the secret of writing and life. Because the word is useless in the literary volume if it cannot withstand the atmospheric pressure of reality in the worldly volume.

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I may not be a hero, but I'm not a coward because I have the courage to follow my passions.

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One feels alone among people for a long time; one day he arrives in the company of his dead and notices their constant, tactful presence. They don't bother much water.

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Children have an instinctive understanding of money.

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Children judge quickly and irrevocably.

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For a long time, we think we know the nature of our desires, inclinations, and emotions. In such moments, a deafening explosion warns - because the pianissimo of silence can be as deafening as the fortissimo - that we live in a completely different place than where we want to live, our occupation is also different from what we really mean, we seek the favor of other people or provoke their anger, and we live indifferently and at a deaf distance from those whom we really desire, with whom we have anything to do with all the consequences... He who remains deaf to this warning, lives forever on the sidelines of life.

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Only reason clothed in precise words can guide a person in the darkness of life.

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Don't want to fix for all time with an oath, nails and hammer what night and morning change something, your heart and mind are forever polishing, changing, shaping something, today, tomorrow and forever.

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Nothing is as special as a person's character. When our interest reaches the knowledge of human character while observing the things of the world, we feel at once that this was our real task in life. Everything else we learned only enriched our knowledge. But our soul will only be richer by knowing the characters.

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Don't just complain, but finally believe that everything, everything happens differently. One day life will touch you; in a different way, at a different time, with a different intention than you ever imagined. It will touch you and your ordinary day will be filled with the wonderful.

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The road that leads from the world to ourselves is long and complicated, and full of such embarrassing detours, the meaning and significance of which we only recognize after a long time.

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You can't love on purpose. You can't love convulsively and madly. You say it can only be like this?... Well, that's how I loved it.

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But this feeling, friendship, is much more subtle and complicated than love. It's the strongest human feeling... truly disinterested. Women don't know.

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I sleep badly, I lie in bed with my eyes open for half the night, in the dark, like a beginner practicing dead.

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Only the hero who acts according to his character, even if fate demands otherwise.

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There comes a moment in every real life when a person plunges into a passion as if throwing themselves into Niagara Falls. And of course without a life belt. I don't believe in love that begins as a trip to the majas of life, with backpacks and happy singing in the sunlit forest.

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One day, the soul sets off, and the world only bothers me. Unintentionally, unprepared, involuntarily, we go on expeditions that look like a weekend trip to India.

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Now you can't turn back, you can't leave anything to time or chance, you can't wait for something to happen, and you can't settle for the fact that until something happens, I'll just keep living like this.

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Satisfied reality, no matter how terrible, can never hurt like unsatisfied imagination.

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I learned about love that it has a kind of new nuance for me, something I didn't know until now, which is more interesting than adventure, more exciting than escaping from the seraglio. That something is tenderness.

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The world only forgives for a while those who are humble and humble in heart.

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Music is the biggest fence, the most dangerous seducer. The mind starts narrowing when you hear music. Music is counterintuitive. It doesn't want to understand, like reason, but to spread, to upset, to disarm, to seduce, it touches the secret and the painful in us, it reveals what we have so carefully hidden from ourselves, we have disciplined with all means - it is like spring wild water, it upsets with concern by reason parceled, cultivated and worked, regulated and disciplined areas. Wherever music flows, the laws of reason no longer apply. In the beauty that the music gives, the sick feelings of the lustful destruction of the death wish ripple. The music is an attack.

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For thousands of years, great and small writers have been experimenting with the teaching of love. The result is deplorable. Still, one must not tire of it; people must be taught that everyone is a prophet sometimes, in his private life: a prophet if he honestly recognizes his desires and duties.

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Love is service, those who do not know reverence cannot love.

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A person lives as long as there is some personal task, something to be done, which no one but him can carry out.

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People only remember things like that later. Decades pass, they pass a dark room in which someone died, and at the same time they hear the roar of the sea and the old words. As if those few words expressed the meaning of life. But later there was always something else to talk about.

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Humanity is used to poverty and cannot do otherwise; powerful individuals then occasionally explain to him the purpose for which he is poor in time, and most of the time he gratefully believes it; but that's all.

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Most people are cowards when it comes to love. He is a coward, in the secret and mean sense of the word: he believes that love is weakness. This is fake love. The real one is different: self-aware, purposeful, active, yes, sometimes frighteningly sober and brave. It is not enough to love: you have to love wisely and soberly.

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Being Hungarian is not a state, being Hungarian is an attitude!

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You are forever moving between cities, goals, ages and changes.

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One must live and write fatally, so calmly, very attentively, paying equal attention to the world and ourselves, our intellect and passions, the intentions of people and our relationships with the universe.

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You live like a man if you live justly. If the intention is at the bottom of all your actions and words: not to harm people.

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Everything is still together: you and me. We ran through many, many people until we became one: you and me, tell me what this secret solution is, we are alone, there has never been another person on earth.

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You don't ask my secret, your two hands are an explanation, you explain existence with your being, you listen and answer at the same time: I love the world in you!

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There is such a gentle summer world, with raspberry syrup, sleeping milk, lemon water. Then there is another kind, with fire, blood, lust murder. I live somewhere between the two worlds, sipping raspberry syrup while waiting for the firefighters or the detectives.

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Dusk casts a shadow over your cool hair, I slowly fold our memories like a shepherd's flock. Thank you for the earth, existence, you, and how I am.

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It is no wonder that Hungary is the way it is; it's a wonder that there is. But let's not feel sorry for ourselves. To this historical destiny that shaped us, we added our own: a snake man can only be made from someone whose bones are soft and flexible enough. Every other bone breaks.

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There is no sadder and more hopeless emotional process than when a friendship between men turns cold. Because there are conditions for everything between a man and a woman, just like a bargain at the fair. But the deeper meaning of friendship between men is precisely altruism, that we do not want sacrifice or tenderness from the other, we do not want anything but to keep the unity of a wordless alliance.

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In the end, at the end of everything, he answers the question that the world so stubbornly asked him with the facts of his life. These questions sound like this: Who are you?… What did you really want?… What did you really know?… What were you loyal and disloyal to?… What or to whom were you brave or cowardly?… These are the questions. And the man answers as he knows how, truthfully or lying; but it is not very important. What is important is that in the end he will answer with his whole life.

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It seems that finding the true meaning of things is more difficult than one imagines. It may also be that things have no real meaning; they just exist, like the count and the lake. God does not explain, but creates.

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He who flees from fear into death is not necessarily a coward. (And if he's a coward too!...) To rest, to relax in the tangle of complicated and hideous misunderstandings: that's what death is.

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For a long time, we believe that Fate comes in like thunder, with Greek fire, divine arrow, horns and oboes. Then one day we meet him and find out that he has much better manners. Lung cancer, misery, humiliation, deadly love appear quite quietly, knocking as if, asking in a low voice: "Are you free?" And then they enter.

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It's a big role, being a citizen. Perhaps no one pays as much for education as the citizen. It's a big role, and like all truly heroic roles, you have to pay full price for it. The courage, the courage to be happy. Education is an experience for the artist. For the citizen, education is the miracle of education.

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The fullness of the human spirit is yours too. Live with it, everyday, as you breathe.

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No one is as cunning and dangerous as the beneficiary of a fallen idea, who no longer protects the Idea, but his naked life and booty.

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Have you suffered most and most cruelly from vanity? Have you always wanted to prove yourself? Your intellect, your spirit or other, more suspicious and ridiculous abilities, your social security, your acting or your skill in knowing human things? You roamed the worldly market, and you were as ridiculous as the clown on the sawdust stage of the circus, when he imitates the dangerous stunts of animal handlers and strength artists. And why didn't you ever think that the approval that you can get in this way is only the occasional approval of a bored crowd with children? (...) A single gesture of humility is a greater feat than any greedy production that people applaud. Think about it before it's too late.

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Man grows old slowly: first of all, his love for life and people grows old, you know, slowly everything becomes so real, you get to know the meaning of everything, everything repeats itself so fearfully and boringly. This is also old age. When you already know that the glass is nothing but a glass.

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You can't just live for reality, what's expedient... life also needs something superfluous, something flashy and shiny, something beautiful, even if it's such a cheap beauty. Most people cannot live without the dazzle of beauty. You need something, if nothing else, an effective postcard that - in red and gold - depicts the sunset or the dawn in the forest. That's how we are.

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You're such a weird card player...someone who plays passions and people instead of cards. I was one of the checkers in the game. Then you got up and walked away... why? Because you're bored. You just left because you were bored.

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Don't think that tenderness and selfishness make you love animals. They are our brothers, and they were made in the same workshop as humans, and they also have meaning, sometimes more complicated and subtle than most people. Let others call your love of animals a weakness, make fun of it - just walk with your dog. You stay in good company; and God knows that.

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Is it possible to imagine that lovers, beyond the point where the desired personal dissolution in lust and union ceases, do not keep some physical secret from each other, in the dark or in the light?

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This is the greatest pain in life, when you love someone and cannot live with them.

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Maybe the moment will come when you can say that you wanted it all. The whole, the real thing, not the substitute, the similar, the incidental: the whole, happiness and the truth, the truth, no matter how fearful and down-to-earth. You didn't want something that resembled life instead of life.

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Don't push away the sadness. He comes unwisely; maybe you grow old in such moments, maybe you understood something, you say goodbye to something in a quarter of an hour of sadness. And yet, sadness makes life beautiful.

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People who don't know death mistake it for dying and therefore fear it; as if someone were to mistake childbirth, which is blood and screams, with life! Death is quite different. It can fill a person like grace, or like mustard gas fills the lungs: every pore is filled with it. Death is complete. There are very few things in human life that are as complete as death.

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Because a child is the greatest miracle, the only meaning of life, but at the same time, let's not deceive ourselves, never and in nothing, and that's why I'll tell you right away, I don't believe that a child can solve what is a latent tension between two people, an unsolvable complication. But it's a shame to talk about it.

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One of the main meanings of the lives of the saints is that one day holiness begins to radiate from their being with unbearable power, and that is why people cook or bake them. This force, which compels the saints to leave their homes and resist the people, is insurmountable. It is very rare that a saint is depicted in an armchair, at the age of ninety, in the age of the patriarchs, with gray hair, sitting meekly among his great-grandchildren and reading a picture newspaper. The saint is always fighting.

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There are two types of laziness: horizontal and vertical. There are people who are lazy only in the big horizons of their lives; in the plans; in that he postpones his determinations and decisions; he lazily builds his life's work, builds everything in time, in the great distance. Then there is the other, vertical laziness, when we remain lazy before the big moment, when we don't think, say or do what could be done at that moment. We don't reach out for something that we can get without much effort, and maybe later we can only get it with great sacrifice, we don't go to the phone, write that letter, or jot down that thought, right then, at that moment . This last kind of laziness is the most dangerous. Life depends on such missed, lazily neglected moments.

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You wear the mask of God because you are human.

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I hate, therefore I am.

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Anger at God (if there is one) because he did not help, and anger at God (if there is none) because he is not there when help is needed. It's anger at people because they didn't help. And for myself, because I couldn't do more. Angry at him because he died.

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You can't forgive (who?) when someone you love dies.

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Bear with the fact that you are not a person there, just a class stranger! Bear with the fact that you are not a person here, just a number in a formula!

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Where is the speech from when someone really says something!

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There is no need to repeat beautiful ideas because they wear out and lose their charm.

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"Masculinity" (...) is not that we are ruined by something we cannot bear - perhaps a bargain, a solution, is more masculine.

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Words cannot deal with the real situations of life, they are compact and hard, like ancient rock groups.

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The most painful agony is feigning joy.

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Our hearts can be talked down to. Never on him.

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A kiss is always virtuous; a word that talks about kissing is always shameless.

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Something is in the air; as if the world were sulking. It's enough to say a good word and it will fall on your neck.

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Strangers who no longer have a country really live with the old tension of their lives only in these moments: the moments when they wait for the morning mail. (...) They know that homeland was not just a geographical phenomenon that can be defined on a map, but a circle of experiences, like love. Those who once left this circle of experience return to what or whom they loved in vain: they do not find a country, nor a lover, but a country, or a woman who in the meantime has gained a little weight or married someone else.

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Smart people are never wise, they are too excited for that, they are constantly drunk with their cleverness, as it were; but the wise are always clever, and at the same time they are more than these, because they do not want to prove anything. Avoid the company of smart people, because they excite you and eventually hurt you. Seek the company of the wise. You can talk to the smart ones. You can listen with the wise.

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If you are very punctual and attentive, if you get up on time and go to bed late, if you are around people a lot, if you travel here or there, if you enter certain rooms, you will eventually meet the one who is waiting. Of course, you know that this hope is quite childish. You just trust in the endless possibilities of the world. Where are you looking for? And then, when you find him, what do you say to him?... And yet you wait.

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If you are defending a good cause, what can you be afraid of? What can happen to you? Are they defamed, slandered, robbed, defamed? Are they accusing you, judging you falsely? All this does not change the fact that the cause you defended was good, and therefore what you did was good when you set out to defend the good cause. In such cases, do not care about anyone or anything, only the truth of the case, which you must protect. After all, they are helpless against the truth. They can crush you, but they can't convince you, they can accuse you, but they can't lie to you, they can take your life, but they can't take away your justice. You are not alone in life unless you defend a good cause.

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"Platonic love" is just as foolish and a blatant lie as the fact that there are no vegetarian tigers: love is not meant to be platonic.

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For a long time, women think it's about their bodies. When they start to get old, they scream, call the beautician, then rush to the surgeon and hairdresser, light a candle in the church, travel to Lourdes, have new clothes made, and before going to bed rub their face with greasy ointments for a long time. It takes time before they begin to suspect that it was not about their bodies after all, but about service, which was their role in the world. At such times, they quieten down, look alarmedly into the air, frown less, and don't ask strange men: "Have you read the new Huxley?..." - instead, they listen and organize their accounts. Aging is observed by scientists as a new kind of disease. Many women fall in love with men at this time.

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I sometimes hear the sea in my dreams. At such times, an insurmountable longing seizes me, a homesickness so deep and painful that in my sleep tears flow and run down my face. At these dawns, I wake up with a salty taste on the edge of my mouth, as if - in the strange reality of the dream - I had really dipped my face in the sea.

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It took me some time to learn that poverty is not around me, but within me, and there is no escape from it. It took me some time to learn that the atmosphere of poverty is like the stinking cave of Torda, and the sulfurous air it emits makes the colors of the surrounding flora fade, and the chlorophyll fades from the vegetation when the poor person looks back.

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In general, people know exactly about all the lies in life, they just don't dare to make themselves aware of this feeling in words.

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Life seemed to have thickened, calcified around them, like the tissues of their veins; we shamelessly talk about money and - more shamelessly - about our stomachs, digestion and literature.

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If a friend fails because he is not a true friend, can we blame him, his character, his weakness? What is the value of a friendship where we love virtues, loyalty, and perseverance in the other? What is the value of all kinds of love that want a reward? Is it not our duty to accept the unfaithful friend just as we accept the self-sacrificing and faithful one? Isn't this the true content of all human relationships, this altruism, which wants and expects nothing from the other person? And the more you give, the less you expect in return? And if you give all the trust of a youth, all the sacrifices of a manhood, and finally give the other person the most that a person can give to a person, blind, unconditional, passionate trust, and then you have to see that the other person is unfaithful and mean, you have- e right to be offended, to demand revenge? And if he is offended, if he cries out for revenge, was he a friend, the one who betrayed and abandoned him?

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Love is always feverish when it prepares for sacrifice.

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You can't live without me because you're a man. For I have within me the more secret power, without which you are not a complete man. You can't live without me because I'm a woman. My breath gives wings to your soul, strength to your arms and a smile to the dead stone.

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Man was always alone, only you were loyal, death. (...) You are always behind me. You are loyalty. Good buddy, smart friend. The others all wanted something: the lover, the sweetheart, the boy. They were all selfish in love. Only you are selfless, death. You accompany me through the short path, and one day you put your hand on my shoulder.

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How miserable man is when he fights with God! God just breathed on the material, and the human face began to smile.

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I had to learn that sin is also power and can create and shape, at least as well as virtue.

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God is neither good nor bad. God is not human. Look into your soul and listen.

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Beware, it is not good to look deep into a soul. I attempted it, and became dizzy, like one carelessly leaning over a precipice.

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I asked God, but he did not answer. Maybe the answer was in the question. God is tight-lipped. He can also listen cruelly in difficult hours.

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I speak my heart. I'm a woman, I can't say otherwise.

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Where blood and passion speak, reason has not many words.

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You can set the world on fire with one torch and one person's temper.

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You are arrogant and show off your good conscience like a rich miser shows off his gold. Know that there is no safety for man on earth. Age, role, experience, all this does not matter much when the temper starts to flare in the hearts.

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Where there is a man, there is a secret.

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Know that everything that is beautiful, humanly useful and smart belongs together. In churches and workshops, the same spirit speaks to God and the world.

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Light and the world are truly known only to those peoples who have been given the sea by fate. The sea is the other home, the infinite.

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I'm human. I can't promise anything that needs to be redeemed on time.

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Go west. And never forget that you came from the East.

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No one in the world understands our words. We have a secret because there are few of us.

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Being a personality is the most a person can do.

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There is no pride between people bound together by fate.

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There is no more grateful audience in the monkey theater than the people at a people's meeting, where it is explained to them why they have been poor until now, and the distant goal is flashed before them, in order to achieve which they will have to eagerly endure new misery and suffering.

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Man slowly understands the world, and then he dies. He understands the symptoms and the cause of human actions. Did you notice the sign language of the unconscious... because people use sign language to communicate their thoughts? It's as if they were talking about important things in a foreign language, Chinese-style, and this language must then be translated into the meaning of reality. They know nothing about themselves. They always talk about their desires and hide themselves in despair and ignorance. Life is almost interesting when you've learned people's lies and you start to enjoy and watch them always say something different than what they think and really want... Yes, one day the truth will come: and that's like old age and death . But then it doesn't hurt either.

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I don't believe that spouses can remain good friends even after divorce.

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To be a child is to know something very important and terrifying about the world directly, without aids.

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Don't be afraid of the world. Only he who once bent over the world knows himself. He saw depth, height and was not dizzy.

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I wanted to live as someone who serves people. But they did not allow me to serve them: they always demanded servitude, which is not the same. I can serve, I cannot be a servant. That's why I got out of their way, I failed.

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What is there between people?... You don't even know how many kinds of relationships there are, people think with four or five concepts, there is friendship, love, sympathy, trust... But there are others that don't have a name. There is also a more secret and incomprehensible relationship, which is neither friendship nor love, and yet it is so hot and alive that it is impossible to avoid it.

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It seems that life, everything that lives, has no other purpose than to remain and be renewed until the end of time.

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Childhood is a distant continent. Those who once left its shores think about it forever, but deep down they don't really want to go back to this wild world. Looking back on my childhood, I can't tell if it was "good" or "bad"? All I know is that I would never, at any cost, be willing to return there.

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Build something with your work every day, every day. Sometimes just improve a detail, sometimes, when you are weak, just organize, put the messy lines and pages in their place. But build it in one move every day.

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You have to know that people are not only bound by words, oaths and promises, not even feelings and sympathies decide the real relationship. There is something else, some harsher and stricter law, which dictates that this or that person has anything to do with another.

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There are three ways of life: Jesus', Faustian's, and Ulysses's. The other taxpayers.

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We don't love someone because of their qualities, not only because they are beautiful, or whatever their characteristics are, not even because they are ugly, hunchbacked or poor: we simply love them because there is an intention in the world, the true content of which we cannot fathom, which it wants to express in an idea-like way itself, so that the world can be renewed in its eternal rotation, and according to incomprehensible aspects, it touches souls and nerves with its terrifying power, makes glands work, and dims radiant brains.

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Women should be admired: if not always the creation and the result, at least the intention with which they create. If an average artist, painter, or writer were to carry out all the intellectual tasks of his life with such care as women put together every day, sometimes several times, from rice powder, hair, nail polish, rags, and jewelry, if every artist were to take care of the nuances , the subtlety of expression, as a store cashier looks after the line of her eyebrows, or the traces of blackheads on the skin of her face, or the delicacy of the skin of her hands: every painter could be a Murillo and every writer a Proust. Women are great artists; unfortunately, their work is perishable.

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Being Hungarian is clearly associated with loneliness.

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A person never talks about what hurts, but tolerates it without saying a word.

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Learn modesty, enjoy beauty, and don't expect anything from it other than what it can give. And look for the warmth of life elsewhere; beauty is a cold flame, you can't get warm next to it.

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Only he has the right to solitude, and only he has the right to withdraw from people who can better serve the people's cause in this way.

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Experience, which teaches us that all exaggeration, lies and impure intentions lead to disappointment, misery, humiliation and illness, does not protect us from being victims of these temptations. Only loyalty to our character can keep us from falling, not our experiences.

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Between people who once loved each other and then left each other, there remains some kind of cruel bond, stronger than any written contract and solemn oath, against which they cannot sin, even if they want to.

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Doubt is worse than sin. You can believe, you can deny someone. But he who doubts... will end up a traitor. There is no forgiveness for betrayal.

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Time burns everything out of us, all lies. What remains is reality.

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We must live with humility, because between waking up and falling asleep, we are guided by a foreign hand, an unknown intention.

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It seems that man can do anything, as long as he has a purpose in life.

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Friendship is the human relationship that is nobler than that between living beings born from a mother.

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The coat of arms of Hungary is held by two floating angels. I only trust these two angels. True, this is no small thing.

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The world has no meaning for you without your country. Don't expect good things from your country, and don't be bitter if you are hurt in the name of your country. All this is uninteresting. Don't expect anything from your country at all. Just give the best in your life.

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And never forget that you were also a son of the world. It is related to Negroes and stars, reptiles and Leonardo da Vinci, the Gulf Stream and Malay women, earthquakes and Lao Tzu. You had something to do with all of this, you are made of the same material, created by the same soul, the same soul welcomes you back.

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We are human, and everything happens to us through our understanding. Our feelings and emotions will be tolerable or intolerable according to our understanding.

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It is not true that fate enters our lives blindly, no. Doom enters through the door that we opened, and we made doom in front of us.

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How much easier it is to love humanity than a single person!

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Intoxication is more of a skill than a consequence... a skill like singing. One day, quite late, one finds out that one has a voice and begins to sing beautifully... One day, one realizes that one has a talent for intoxication.

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He felt that goodness was not some permanent human ability and quality; it's the most a person can do if sometimes, rarely, he doesn't defend himself against his own goodness and ability to do good. Everything else is inhuman, a lie.

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Do you also think that the meaning of life is nothing but passion, which one day permeates our heart, soul and body, and then burns forever, until death? Whatever happens in between? And if we lived this, maybe we didn't live in vain? Is passion so deep, so evil, so great, so inhuman? And maybe it doesn't even refer to a person, just to desire? This is the question. Or does it speak to a person, forever and always only to that one and mysterious person who can be good, can be bad, but whose actions and qualities do not depend on the inner passion that binds him?

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Wine is a man's thing, you have to talk about it quietly. Best with a glass of wine.

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I always have a slight disdain for reality, the primitive reality it is commonly called. Reality is not only what it appears to be: houses and people; reality is also the past, reality is also a refraction of light that is no longer there and yet belongs to the inventory.

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Man lives and knows only so much about God as a distant, very powerful ruler whom he must respect, but he has no personal relationship with. One day you will meet Him. In our civilization, this encounter can sometimes take place on the side of the road, in a coffee house or on the underground railway, because God appears in profane places perhaps more often than in the church.

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It's not worth being with people who, with their guts, still hungrily think about something they are already forced to condemn with their intellect.

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To love is to fully know joy and then perish.

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What is it to love someone? For a long time, I think that getting to know... getting to know perfectly, getting to know all the secrets of the other body's reflexes, all the moods of the soul... getting to know is perhaps the same as loving. But that's just a theory. What is getting to know each other? How well can you get to know someone?

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You listen and listen. Know that the little jackal is already alive, which claws at your African grave with ten claws. The wild cactus is already sprouting, which hides your name on the Mexican head tree, so that they don't even look for it.

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Life isn't as exciting if you don't have a task.

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When I go out into the world, when I talk to people, I cease to be me and the role begins - only the paint and guest hair are missing. Life will be staged at the same time. Everyone is like that; only the counters deny it, even to themselves, the bad actors. We know a text that we wish to make the world understand, either pleasantly or tragically, but in any case effectively. This role is not us. But sometimes character and costume, individuality and foreign text become blurred.

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You have to learn that what you don't care about will be taken and overtaken, what or who is not so important to you, you will be both important and precious to him, the woman you are cold to will roll her eyes at you, the money you won't stoop to , one day he will come into your life... Yes, life is just like in bad novels. But also somewhat like in good novels. (...) Then you notice that the woman you love whistles at you, even though you charm her with coldness, the money you worked for doesn't come back to you, even at the expense of judges and lawyers, the success you didn't reach for, but you deserve, arrogantly he drives past you with some kind of bag in his lap. That's when you blink, you don't understand. This is difficult.

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Time filters one's desires.

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You know, man wakes up in the night gasping for air... He reaches out in the dark and looks for a hand. He cannot understand that the other person is no longer there, not around, in the next house or on the street. No matter how he walks down the street, the other person cannot meet him. (...) In this potty, luscious, magical state, in the mental state of the waiting and needy lovers, there is something of the ecstasy of the hypnotized; their look is also like that of patients who wake up from a deep sleep with a dazed look, slowly raising their eyelashes. They see nothing in the world but a face, hear nothing but a name. But one day they wake up. They look around, rubbing their eyes. They no longer only see that face... more precisely, they also see that face, but dimly. It's a strange feeling. What was unbearable yesterday, it hurt and burned, today it doesn't hurt anymore. You are sitting on a bench and you are calm.

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People always tend to think in scribbled symbols when they encounter the phenomena of the world. Man is willing to see his destiny in everything.

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I noticed that I have to find what I need, and for the most part I have to find it myself.

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Love is not an idyll, it is not eye-rolling happiness. Love is a bond for life and death, love is service. To love is to lose everything and gain everything at the same time.

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Sin is always unanimous. Only goodness is interesting.

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A man falls in love with a woman twice: first when he meets her, and then twenty-five years later, after the silver wedding. Most of the time, what lies in between is confusion and has no emotional significance.

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They lived together from the first moment, like identical twins in the womb. For this, it was not necessary to "make friends", as young people of the same age used to do, between ridiculous and solemn ceremonies, with an important passion, as desire appears between people, in an unconscious and distorted form, when for the first time they want to take the body and soul of another person from the world, to be his, only his. This is the meaning of love and friendship. Their friendship was as gloomy and wordless as any great feeling that speaks to life. And as with all great feelings, there was shame and guilt in this too. One cannot take one person from others with impunity.

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Your opportunities for good are limited on this earth. Life must be beautified, otherwise it is unbearable.

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Sometimes you have to answer in life's unpredictably occurring and irrevocably fatal moments: you have to answer for everything. Who am I? What I want? Against whom, for whom do I want to live? Why? With what abilities, tools, preparation? What is more important than anything: with what intention?... And to answer the whole thing: where am I? Do I still have a reserve of selflessness and selflessness, or do I just want to protect and save remaining supplies? This is the moment in life when you have to answer. They are waiting for the answer, the silence is big, dramatic. But then you learn and notice that these questions cannot be answered with words, but only with life.

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With its eternal, superhuman and mysterious power, love eliminates loneliness, dispels the distance between two people, and breaks down all kinds of artificial barriers that society, upbringing, wealth, the past, and memories have erected between us. Like someone who is in danger of his life looking around and looking for a hand that, with a secret squeeze, says that there is still compassion, there is compassion, there are still people somewhere.

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When we were children, on the first day of this month, we drew a Christmas tree with blue and green pencils, a Christmas tree with thirty-one branches. Every morning, with beating hearts, we marked, as it were, broke off a branch of this symbolic tree. This is how we approached the holiday. With this method, it was possible to increase the excitement of waiting to an almost unbearable level. Towards the middle of the month, as soon as the holiday was approaching, I was already constantly feverish, I misspoke in the evenings, and told my nanny about my desires with a cold stutter. What did I want? A steam train and a ticket puncher, a real theater, with boxes, actresses, limelight, and probably even critics and those dressmakers who show up at dress rehearsals and say bad things about the play. In addition, I wanted a Polish jacket, as well as India, America, Australia and Mars. All this, of course, in tissue paper, topped with angel hair. In any case, in my childhood I always wanted my universe, the life that was at the same time a bicycle, a trip to the Tatra Mountains, my mother playing the piano in the dark lounge, Wiener schnitzel, apple pie and victory over all my enemies.

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There is something about winter that reminds you of your childhood, more directly and painfully than other seasons. In the blue-gray color of the snow, in the twilight of the rooms, in the raw, nose-squeezing smell of the stoves, there is something confidential and forever lost in all of this. The memory makes me shudder. The memory of childhood in winter is like a bleak, abandoned apartment from which everyone we loved has moved out, like an apartment from which the furniture has been taken away and which can no longer be heated.

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The meaning of an apartment is not the furniture, but the feeling that fills the people there.

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I learned that what appears to be a person, his words, opinions, actions, sympathies and hatreds, is not him at all - most of the time it is just a reflection of something or someone who is irreplaceable; seven veils hide it from the world, and it lives there in every person, deep behind the tangible surfaces.

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Happiness is never an act. A happy man does not act, but is; therefore he is happy.

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Character cannot be replaced. Morality cannot be artificially transferred from one person to another.

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I hate nothing so much as sentimental patriotism, I despise nothing so much as that belching patriotism which appropriates and patents its feelings for an earthly landscape, professed with suspicious loudness; such bondage is shameful, yes, it is the most shameful feeling of all.

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I don't believe in chance encounters. The law of the world is that what is started must be finished. It's not a great joy. Nothing comes in time, life gives nothing when we are ready for it. This mess, this delay hurts for a long time. We think someone is playing us. But one day we notice that there was a wonderful order and system in everything... two people can't meet even a day before, only when they understand for this meeting.

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This is the most important thing in life: to leave behind something that benefits the world and people.

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Because a person - I believe this more and more - is only worth and only human to the extent that he can keep the eternal child in a corner of his soul. I look at final adults who no longer believe in any kind of miracle with suspicion, and this suspicion and aversion grows stronger with experience and years.

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Only conscience can be your judge, executioner or patron, no one else! If you write, you are only accountable to your conscience, to no one else. It doesn't matter what they expect from you, it doesn't matter how they punish you if you don't give them what they expect from you or what they want to hear! Prison and shame, pillory and torture, false accusation and tongue-in-cheek humiliation, poverty and misery, all these do not really affect him. Only your conscience can punish you, only this secret voice can say: "You have sinned." Or, "It's fine." The rest is fog, smoke, nothingness.

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One day I woke up... and I smiled. Nothing hurts anymore. And at the same time I understood that there is no real one. Neither on earth nor in heaven. He's nowhere, that's for sure. There are only people, and every person has a grain of the real thing, and none of them have what we expect and hope for from the other. There is no complete person, and there is no certain, unique, wonderful, blissful and unique person. There are only people, and a person has everything, dross and rays, everything.

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No one can help him. No one can help anyone. I travel between love and death, like in a poem. Maybe only love can help.

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You know, one day I understood that no one can help me. Man longs for love... but no one helps, ever. When a person understands this, he becomes strong and lonely.

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Yesterday you wanted revenge or redemption, you wanted him to call, or to need you, or to be taken to prison and executed. You know, as long as you feel something like that, the other is happy in the distance. Until then, he still has power over you. While you cry out for revenge, the other person rubs his hands, because revenge is also desire, revenge is commitment. But there comes a day when you wake up, rub your eyes, yawn, and suddenly realize that you don't want anything anymore. You don't even mind if you meet him on the street. When he calls, you answer as appropriate. If you want to see him and you have to meet him, please do. And it's all, on the inside, quite relaxed and honest, you know... there's nothing convulsive, nothing painful, nothing extraneous about it. What happened? You do not understand. You don't want revenge anymore, no... and you will find out that this is the real revenge, the only one, the perfect one, that you don't want anything from him anymore, you don't wish him bad or good, he can't cause you pain anymore.

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My house. Two of your vowels are identical to the vowels of death. Because you are a deadly force, my country, a force that will not let you go. You are everything, everything is in you. I surrender.

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Power is not a state, but an attribute.

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Only the hero can listen to what is protest and truth in him.

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What was the meaning of this power? In all human power there is a little subtle and barely perceptible contempt for those over whom we rule. We can only completely rule over human souls if we know, understand and very tactfully despise those who are forced to surrender.

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Behind women, role and world, there was a feeling that was stronger than anything else. Only men know this feeling. It's called friendship.

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Those who get divorced, later, even years later, when all memories are ash and cooled lava, talk about the event a little excitedly. (...) They talk, with suppressed enthusiasm, as if the relationship still lasts without bed and table and cohabitation, as if they still have the right and the means to hold the other accountable for something that they didn't return, that they hid or stole, that wasn't enough gavalér... they still demand something from the other. What do they demand? They don't know exactly, they look away, they grumble. Then they remember: they demand happiness.

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There is also a crowded coffee house as interesting as the Atlantic Ocean or the Sahara or the pine forests of the Carpathians. Yes, a single man, when he shows his being and reveals his secret, is more interesting than Mont Blanc.

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And peoples and orders of all kinds ask why this was necessary. Why wasn't it destroyed as requested? Why didn't you quietly wait for the end? Why did the sky split, Because a people said: "Enough is enough."

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Friendship, gratitude, affection, love, passion, interest, hatred, curiosity, desire for revenge, indolence, the law of difficulty, indifference connect people to people. Or: these are lovers, these are friends, these are bored with each other, these still respect each other. But in addition to these possibilities, there are countless other relationships between men and women that bind them inextricably, and cannot be called by name, there is no reason why they are together, even though, visibly and according to all signs, they would move away from each other, hands and feet, if I could do it. There is also some kind of ultraviolet scale of contact between people, there are human conditions for which the poverty and dullness of language has not yet given a name. The relationship between a man and a woman is usually described as love. But there is more between a man and a woman than love and friendship.

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It probably takes greatness, extraordinary human greatness, to endure the success of a close relative. Most people are incapable of this, and are fools who get angry when they see that the family turns against the successful family member with some subtle alliance made of mockery, anger, and resentment. Because there is always one person in the family who has money or fame or influence, and the rest, the tribe, then hates this one and loots it.

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I know that there is no small and large sea, no small and large distance. There is something infinite and unbound within us.

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I am more intimately interested in a single man than a world city or a world empire; it is true that it is more difficult to discover, walk around and approach a single person.

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You can achieve everything in life, you can overcome everything around you and in the world, life can give you everything, and you can take everything from life: you just cannot change a person's taste, inclination, pace of life, that otherness that completely characterizes a person who is important for you, with whom you are related.

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Now it is very difficult to approach people's conscience precisely because the individual escapes from individual, conscience responsibility behind communal slogans. Today, individuality is enough to participate in something.

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What did the books give? Experience. But no amount of experience helped. Now, in the twilight of the last days of life, he stared almost hostilely at the books, which always answered only the details. No one could answer that.

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A person commits something, even if there is no benefit or pleasure from it. When you look back on life, you realize that you did a lot of things just because you had the means to do them.

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People are comfortable and it will be difficult to explain to them. They have some ready-made concepts, friendship, love, marriage, adventure, affair; and they believe that life can fit in these ready-made concepts. It doesn't fit.

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Death is within us, just as a small child is within its mother's body. It develops just like a fetus. From death, even the strongest men become feminine - the moment they first notice that they have become fertile and have embraced death in their bodies, their facial expression changes especially. Even Mord faces will be soft; like women's faces when they find out they will have a child.

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He who is truly and fully alive is never bored.

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It is strange, in the Hungarian language these two words rhyme and follow each other: killing and embracing.

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People kill each other with love, as if with some invisible ray. They want more love, all tenderness to be theirs, only theirs. They want the full feeling, they want to suck the life forces from their surroundings, with the thirsty greed of the big plants, which mercilessly suck all the strength, moisture, fragrance, and rays from the bushes and plants of the area. Love is very selfish. I don't know if there are many people alive who can endure the terror of love without being mortally wounded?

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There is some divine substance in man that cannot perish, and there is human substance in him that can suffer horribly.

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All patriotism is suspect. Whoever loves the state loves an interest. He who loves his country loves a fate. Think about that when you're screaming on the podium and beating your chest.

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When you are young, you believe that the world is extremely exotic. He later learns that it is, but in a different way than he imagined; he notices that Baross Street is as exotic as the Red Sea, and the letter carrier as a Negro king.

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The truth is a concentrated poison, the smallest dose of which can be fatal. That is why writers and thinkers - those writers who can think and those thinkers who can write - dispense the truth in a very dilute solution. (...) But just as there is no healing and healing without poisons, so there is no health without justice.

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Just as only people belonging to the same blood group can help each other in moments of danger, when they give their blood to a fellow human being whose blood formula is related, so a soul can only help another soul if it is not "different", if its outlook, reality is more secret than conviction similar.

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For a woman, if she is a real woman, there is only one real home: the territory occupied by the man to whom she belongs in the world. For the man, there is the other home, the big, the eternal, the impersonal, the tragic, with flags and national borders.

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Anyone who acts loudly and a lot is always suspicious of not having real passion in their heart.

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A woman needs tenderness above all and always and forever.

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There are women who serve constantly: they serve a man, a family, a monastery, a child. These women are quiet. Everything that is essential in life, that "has to be done by someone", is done by them. Their work is noiseless. They don't form associations: they wash diapers or iron in the drying chamber in hot air, in August, when the skin burns, the fruit dries on the trees, the dogs hide under the bed.

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The saint, unlike the poet, is not born, but becomes. It is rare that someone is born a saint. True saints are conceived in sin, born and live in sin, and will only become saints through great effort.

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They didn't understand what drove them to each other in the confusion of life, and even less understood why they finally had to break up, why they continued to live, lonely, lonely even in the company of new lovers, lonely even in the flow of billions of people and endless time - why they had to to break up?

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If you love someone, your heart always beats later when you hear about him or see him.

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You can't trust anyone. The world is full of unknown, lost paths, if you start down one, you never know where you will end up. The world is a series of surprises, everything is waiting for you, in Africa leopards are lurking behind the bushes, and here the tram can hit you at a bend at any moment. Or a car. Or a person at night if you take yourself home. You have to keep saving yourself. Because they keep attacking. I'm not afraid of life.

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First, once upon a time, I wanted to be happy. Then it's perfect. But the time is not far off when one just wants to be, unhappily and imperfectly, to be, for a little while longer, because the sun is shining or the rain is falling.

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After all, man is only responsible for what he plans, what he wants. Man is only responsible for his intentions... Action, what is it? Always some arbitrary surprise. One stands there and watches him act.

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Is it surprising that meanness springs from a man like poison from a toad? But just think, what kind of man is this? How distorted, how weak, how only hate and envy is his strength? Wipe off the secretions that splashed on your face, don't step on the toad, because you will stain your shoes with blood and pus.

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Love has no degree like tenderness, no temperature like love. Its content cannot be communicated in words; if they say it, it's a lie. You can only live in love, as in light or air. An organic being may not be able to live in any other way than in heat, light, air and love.

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There is something that can hurt, injure and burn in such a way that perhaps even death cannot resolve such torment: when a person or two people injure that deep sense of self in us, without which we can no longer remain human. Vanity, you say. Yes, vanity... and yet the deepest content of human life is this sense of self.

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If someone does not come to the meeting at the agreed time - be it a woman or a man, a friend or a stranger - you can wait fifteen minutes. Then go away. And if you can't save yourself with a legitimate excuse, don't seek the company of such a person anymore. Do not harbor anger or resentment in your heart, because that is unworthy of a person.

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Two billion and a few hundred million people live on earth, so they say. So know: there is a two billion and a few hundred million chance that your words and actions will be misunderstood. As many people live on earth, there are as many chances and opportunities for misunderstanding. (...) Human life is the cycle of an eternal series of endless misunderstandings. The sum of these misunderstandings is the colorful, complicated, terrifying and magnificent miracle whose collective name is man.

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Friendship is not an ideal mood. Friendship is a strict human law. In the old world, this was the strongest law, and the legal systems of great civilizations were built on it. Beyond temper and selfishness, this law lived in human hearts, the law of friendship.

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It is very rare for a person whose words completely cover the reality of life. Perhaps this is the rarest symptom in life.

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Our character, our basic nature, whose faults, selfishness, and greed cannot be changed by experience and insight. We have to accept that our desires do not fully resonate in the world. We have to accept that the ones we love don't love us, or they don't love us the way we hope. Betrayal and infidelity must be endured, and what is the most difficult of all human tasks, one must endure the excellence of another person's character or intellect.

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Walking expresses the most human rhythm of life. Those who walk do not want to get anywhere, because if you set out with a purpose and a destination, you are no longer walking, you are just driving. The walker arrives at the goal of the walk along the way, at every moment, which is never a house or a tree trunk or a beautiful view, but just this airy and direct contact with the world. A person who slowly blends into the landscape, becomes part of a forest or a field, gradually surrenders himself to the eternal reality, the timeless worldly space among the great scenery of nature, feels at every moment that he has returned home while walking. Walking is complete solitude. In a room, there are books and objects around you that warn you about the tasks and duties of your life, work or profession. He who walks is freed from his work, he is alone with the world, he surrenders his soul and body to the ancient elements.

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A first-rate person is one who is punctual without interest. A lazy, lazy, frivolous person is always late. After all, such a person misses the great meeting of life: getting to know oneself.

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Just think, what would a human life and the world be like without the chance of an accident? How self-confident he would be, how shamelessly arrogant and overbearing! No, the possibility of an accident lurks in your every moment, the objects, the situations, the people, the chemicals, the static and physical formulas: all of them are against you. So be careful. Do not watch out anxiously, but in a manner befitting your human rank, seriously and objectively, very attentively. And always know that it was not the wealth of the world that arbitrarily came against you when the accident happened, but that you were weak, lazy and petty. There is no "electrical accident". It's just you and the tram and the world order.

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Know, with all the strength of your heart and consciousness, that you cannot count on anyone in moments of crisis. There is no relative, friend, loved one that you really know; at the big moment, everyone drops the mask, shows their raw selfishness, and you are left alone when you most need someone to stand by you and help you with a kind word and an encouraging look. You don't expect more from anyone; but you don't get that in danger either. Live gently and patiently among people, but do not rely on anyone's help. Raise yourself to be lonely and strong. Know that no one will ever help you. And don't sweat it. You are human, so you cannot expect anything from people; and this is natural.

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Joy, of course, this is not a very accurate word... One day you will be quiet. He no longer longs for joy, but he doesn't feel particularly wasted or cheated either. One day a person clearly sees that he has received everything, punishment and reward, and that he has received as much of everything as he deserves. He didn't get what he was cowardly or just not heroic enough for... That's all. This is not joy, only acceptance, understanding and calmness. This too will come. You just have to pay a lot for it.

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Nothing is as dangerous as unconscious and lying self-pity, the wellspring of all disease and human misery, which is, in any case, clearly related to stupidity, this common well of human wretchedness.

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Life cannot be endured in any other way than with the knowledge that we accept everything that we mean to ourselves and to the world. We must accept that we are like this or that, and know when we accept this that we will not receive praise from life for this wisdom, no order of merit will be placed on our chest, when we know and tolerate that we are vain or selfish, or bald and pot-bellied - no, to know we must not be rewarded or praised for anything.

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When we demand loyalty, do we want the other to be happy? And if one cannot be happy in the delicate slavery of loyalty, do we love the one from whom we demand loyalty? And if we don't love the other by making them happy, do we have the right to demand something, loyalty or sacrifice?

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Our character is the master, our intellect commands; the body is only a servant. (...) He is a servant and quite childlike. The inclinations of our organs are as rudimentary as the demands of a small child. The body wants everything, all pleasure, all kinds of satisfaction, and it wants it all the time. (...) But the character should not tolerate any kind of slave rebellion.

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I desire love only conditionally; if no conditions are attached to it.

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We can wear fake beards and fake clothes for hours and hours in life, but in a moment all the costumes fall off us and the reality is revealed. A movement, a word, an action reveals our true character after all: the masquerade ball can only be occasional. And meeting the true characteristics of a character is the greatest human experience we can have.

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We lived, we didn't live, who really cares?... We will be wise as the wine we drank, and we will talk about the judgment of posterity with a shrug. Because the bottom of all wisdom, which the Hungarian learned from domestic wine and education, is this: you have to love life, and you don't have to care about the judgment of the world. Everything else is vanity.

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Soda is already civilization, it is true, but it took generations and centuries of ingenuity until the Hungarians learned and invented the spritz, which is the secret of a long life.

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Among Hungarian wines, Riesling is like a commonplace in human thinking: it connects the deeper meaning of human things.

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There is no person who is strong and smart enough to avert with word or deed the evil fate that follows from his being and character with an iron law.

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Are you still happy and excited, because for a moment the sun has shone over your life, a warm current runs through your nerves, smiles fly towards you, human words comfort you?... You still don't know that by tomorrow it will all be rubble and laughter, because life is made with precise movements do you take back everything you give, break what you build, trample on what I give you as a gift?

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Life passes in obscurity, unspoken words, movements that we discard in time, silence and fear, that's all life is, the real thing.

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In the eyes of the world, you can fail as many times as you like. We must not be weak in front of ourselves; because this is the real downfall.

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If people don't like the fact that you live this way or that way, differently than they want or imagine, or differently than you once promised them due to some compulsion or misunderstanding: don't worry. You don't live for people.

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Two divine medicines can only help us endure the poison of reality and not die prematurely: reason and indifference.

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In truth, we are the sin, the weakness, what we hide. The virtue that is visible from us is only the surface of the iceberg that we are deep inside.

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I regard myself with suspicion, this strange adversary, whose every secret thought I know, and yet I cannot calculate his steps and actions.

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Love is not freedom, but slavery, just like any other human relationship. (...) A lover is only in love as long as he lives in slavery, in the insane slavery of a spell or spell. The moment he is freed from slavery, he is no longer in love.

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It is clear that one either loves or is loved: this alternating current has been organized by nature with relentless consistency. The most perfect and most fortunate form of harmony is when one tolerates being loved by the other without much rebellion. After all, nature is kind: it is true that it never allows us to be loved by the one we hope for, but it gives us a way to love unlimitedly even the one who does not love us.

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You are the woman! You are not human and not one of us. We invented new words of nickname and adoration for you, new forms of death, and tore the frames of life so that you could live more. We've broken down mountains so you can see further. We invented the telephone so you can call your loved one from your bed. We made a ship so you could stand in the evening wind on the yacht, in purple veils, squinting your eyes a little. We built the Siberian Express, just in case you ever feel like going there. Serious nations have created a legal system for you to trample on. We carved gods and believed that we would deny them for you, and beyond all images of the Deity, beating our breasts, we held our lips to you: You are the Light!

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I don't believe in anesthesia. Neither in cocaine nor in morphine. I don't believe in painless death either. I don't believe in the afterlife either. I don't believe in hell, heaven, or the Holy Trinity. I believe in life.

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Those who resisted knew why they were defending themselves, and those who defended themselves already wanted what they were running away from.

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Man does not sin by what he does, but by the intention with which he commits this or that. It's all about intention.

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A person remembers the beginning more strongly and more precisely when the end is near.

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You never forget what's important.

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Never see the duel between man and woman as anything other than a hopeless struggle fueled by the cruelest selfishness and unbridled vanity.

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Desire to be different from who and what we are: no more painful desire can burn in a human heart.

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One day you wake up and rub your eyes: you no longer know why you woke up?

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Reality is not the truth. Reality is just a detail.

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People always know the truth, the other truth that is obscured by roles, costumes, and life situations.

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One day we have to lose the one we love. If you can't stand this, it's not too bad, because you're not a whole person.

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His photo is on his desk. Who was Ady to him? What was a people? What a thousand years? Poetry and music? Gold's word?... Rippl's color? Bartók's wild spirit? "It can't be that many hearts..." Keep calm. May.

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Now I'm making a point, and like someone who survived a lost battle as a messenger and blew his rhyme: I want to remember and listen.

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But now I'm not afraid anymore... I live in peace. As if I knew the magic word... But the magic word is just that I love someone.

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What do you hope for, poor naked slave, when lust's barbed whip snaps at your back?

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Bodies, once mingled in the solution of passion, are remembered forever.

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Fortune smiles upon you cruelly, and if you tremble and turn away from it, it rushes after you, only to be humiliated and robbed by fate.

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Creation requires something else... some kind of strength or discipline or both, and I think this is what is usually called character, and you lack this ability or quality.

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Loving someone is not enough. You have to be brave to love. One must love in such a way that no thieving intention, no law, divine or worldly law can do anything against this love. We didn't love each other bravely... that was the problem.

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A woman can be thrown away like a matchbox because someone is passionate, because this is his nature, because he cannot commit himself to a woman, or because he is ambitious, because everything and everyone is a tool for him. I can understand... It's vile, but there's something human about it. But throwing someone out of fun is more than mean. There is no excuse for this, because it is inhuman.

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You have to know that people cling to the mediocre, the confusing and the buttery, the illusions and the clean half-knowledge, that is, the uneducated, for a reason. Because education is the discovery and tolerance of truth - the true knowledge of all things. And the truth is always very hard to bear. Education, that is, knowledge of reality and truth, requires extraordinary courage.

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Always evolving and changing, smoothing over and sacrificing something, always giving when you get, always passing on what you've got, one way or another... Just not "living in safety". Always expect storms and fires. And when the storm and the fire come, don't be surprised and don't complain. Feel free to say "it's here". S to vaccinate and defend.

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Always changing the rhythm of life. Consciously and attentively to exchange work, rest, fasting and plenty, sobriety and intoxication, yes, even trouble and joy; to consciously stand up from the table of life, when abundance is at its best, to consciously engage in problems and tasks that have an educational power. Do not trust yourself in any situation.

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Just like the wanderer, who got to know a complicated mountain system during his wanderings, and upon reaching the highest peak, sees the structure of a landscape, reviews the geological regularity of the connected series of mountain peaks, so we also see the system in everything that happens in our lives and in the lives of others with the passing years. This overview, which comes only with the passage of years, is the greatest satisfaction we can get while learning about human and worldly things.

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There are such dizzying moments in life, when a person sees everything more clearly, feels his strength, the possibilities, sees what he was cowardly or weak for until now. These are moments of life changes. Such things as death or conversion come without transition.

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The sympathies that developed between people before my eyes always drowned in the swamp of selfishness and vanity.

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And the lesson of the songs is always that broken hearts can no longer be glued together. That's the lesson in life too. If a person once approached someone with trust and unconditional feelings, and his feelings were hurt, "his heart was broken", he can never again feel true trust and unconditional devotion towards another person. There is no substance on earth more sensitive than the human substance. He is unable to forget an insult to his soul or feelings. And no matter what kind of friendship or love encounter life brings him, he remains suspicious, every relationship becomes a distorted and evil game opportunity for him, he always wants revenge. That's how you are. Be careful when you come face to face with such broken hearts: you cannot reconcile them. And there is no patience, wisdom, generosity, or passion that can soothe such disappointed hearts.

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Now that he had gotten over the first surprise, he was suddenly tired. A person spends a lifetime preparing for something. He is offended at first. Then he wants revenge. Then he waits.

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And because he was everywhere he needed to be, they never saw him. And because he was always cheerful, they never asked how he could be cheerful.

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Important things between people are never handled by words, only by behavior and actions.

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Every human kiss (...) is an answer, in its own twisted and tender way, to a question that cannot be expressed in words.

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In the end, everything will be so simple - everything that was and could have been. Everything that was once a fact will be less than dust and ashes.

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There is too much tension in human hearts, too much anger, too much revenge. Let's look into our hearts and what do we find? Temper, which time only dimmed, but could not extinguish its embers.

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A person is not necessarily the most guilty at the moment he raises his weapon to kill someone. Sin comes first, sin is the intention.

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It was a big stove, a hundred years old, and the heat emanated from it like the goodwill of a pot-bellied, thin man who wants to alleviate his selfishness with some kind and inexpensive good deed.

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The big question is not what tomorrow will bring. The real question is what yesterday will bring.

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A single moment of solitude, of self-knowledge, when you overcame vanity, gave more to you and to the human world than all the stunts with which you displayed yourself in front of the world.

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We can no longer dream of concrete paradises, where a half-stupid, civilized, educated to the level of newspaper literacy, controlled and intimidated by volunteer secret police hidden in families, incapable of real and courageous pleasures, forever hungry for fun, half-educated, tempers with cheap drugs indifferent society.

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Only those who are somehow deaf to the sounds of the world stumble in life.

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There are people you hate because you could love them.

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People want nothing more than selfless friendship. They desperately want it.

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Human affairs cannot be finished prematurely, but neither can they be left unfinished... there is some order and discipline among people that cannot be escaped. (...) It is much more difficult to escape prematurely from a feeling that we have not dealt with, than from the lead chambers, at night, on a tightrope!

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As long as you believe that somewhere there is a heart beating for you, forgive people. A human heart that feels selflessly towards you is enough to forgive all those whose selfish and selfish hearts you have come to know; it is enough to forgive the totality of people.

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The burning question of all ancient wisdom was: What is in man's power? And they all answered in unison: Only his soul.

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There is another reality - the reflection that the world shows in you when you are an artist. And after a while, when you realize your craft, all you care about is this other reality.

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Genius only speaks when asked.

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Certain people, ideas, situations that belong to your life, your character, your worldly and spiritual destiny, are constantly on your way. Books. Men. Women. Friendships. Knowledge, truths. It's all heading towards you, with a slow trickle, and you must meet one day. But don't hurry, don't hurry their way and their approach. If you rush towards them, you can avoid what is important and personally yours. Wait, with great strength, attentively, with your whole destiny and being.

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Are you successful? Be careful! All success is suspect.

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Everything remains in time, but it will be as colorless as those very old photographs that were still recorded on metal plates. Light and time wash away the sharp and characteristic shades of the features. The image has to be rotated, and a certain refraction of the lighting is necessary in order to recognize on the blind metal plate the person whose facial features were once absorbed by the mirror. This is how all human memories fade over time. But one day light falls from somewhere, and then we see a face again.

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One day I woke up and noticed that she was missing. It's the most miserable feeling. When you miss someone. You look around, you don't understand. You hold out your hand, hesitantly looking for a glass of water, a book. Everything is in place in your life, the objects, the people, the usual schedule, your relationship with the world has not changed. There's just something missing.

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We should not be ashamed of our feelings, even if we waste them on unworthy things.

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And in general, are these so-called big meetings and decisive moments conscious?... Is it that someone enters the room one day and we know: aha, it's him?... The real one... like in the novels? ... I can't answer that question.

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You need the beautiful right away. We're actually getting some sleep. The image is enough for our soul. The body also needs a frame.

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The friendship could not be disappointed, because he did not want anything from the other, the friend could be killed, but the friendship that was forged between two people in childhood, perhaps even death will not kill: its memory lives on in people's consciousness like a silent heroic deed his memory. And indeed, it was an act of heroism, in the fatal and silent sense of the word, that is, without the clanking of sabers and daggers, an act of heroism, like all human behavior that is selfless.

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Life's greatest secret and gift is when two "one-of-a-kind" people meet.

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The world is like a still life: small and crowded with all its details.

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If you are hit by a big blow or mental pain, first of all, think that this is natural, because you are human. What did you imagine? You are human, so your loved ones die, your friends leave you, and everything you collected and loved flies away like dust in a windstorm. This is not miraculous, but according to the order of nature, this is simple and natural. What is more admirable is that great calamities do not befall you every day. You are human, so you must suffer; and your suffering will not last forever, because you are human.

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Many people don't understand this, What flooded here like the sea? Why are world orders shaking? A people shouted. Then there was silence. But now many people are asking: what happened? Who made the law here out of flesh and blood? And they ask, more and more people ask, Hesitating, because they do not understand at all - Those who inherited it -: Is Freedom such a big thing?

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The meaning of your journey is not the destination, but the wandering.

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Never be afraid to say what you know with all your heart to be true.

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Every sage whose thoughts I have managed to get to know has taught me that we should live and write as if our every action were the last in life, as if death would put an end to every written sentence.

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Those who fear are just as dangerous as those who hate.

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I could never imagine God, probably because he is not human and earthly, but divine.

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Is there still friendship in the world? Young people think there is; but then they find out that what they thought was friendship was just camaraderie. Friendship is a much more complicated, painful and violent relationship than love. Love wants to give and receive. A friend can only give. Friendship, narrowly speaking, in the sense that two people, without handshakes or promises, vouch for each other for life.

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I don't believe in tears. The pain is effortless and speechless.

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Learning about the world is interesting, useful, delightful, frightening or instructive; getting to know ourselves is the greatest journey, the most terrifying discovery, the most instructive encounter.

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It takes a lot of courage for a person to allow themselves to be loved without reservation. Courage, almost heroism. Most people cannot give and receive love because they are cowards and vain, afraid of failure. He is ashamed to give it away, and even more ashamed to reveal himself to the other, to reveal his secret. The sad, human secret that he needs tenderness, he cannot live without it.

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You can't talk to God from five to six in the afternoon if you've been living like a pig night and day.

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There is no human relationship that is more moving and deeper than friendship. Lovers, yes, even in the relationship between parents and children, there is so much selfishness and vanity! Only the friend is not selfish; otherwise not a friend. There is no more secret and noble gift in life than narrow-minded, understanding, patient and self-sacrificing friendship. And there is nothing rarer... Friendship is a service, a strong and serious service, the greatest human test and role.

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Love can be given and received. There's only one thing you can't do: blackmail love.

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The temporary rebellion of our senses must be endured as one of life's great trials.

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There are two ways to defend yourself against the body: with debauchery, or with cowardly, vain and insulted asceticism. He can't stand either, defiantly and fatally responds to both insults. The body can only handle honesty.

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Life decides, surprisingly and beautifully... and then everything is so simple and natural.

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Old, autumnal and greyhound thin, Still, it's good, it's good, it's good that it's summer.

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According to Valéry, Leonardo da Vinci was a man who "thought of a bridge when he saw a chasm" - but I lived in an age when the genius immediately began to wonder about the realization of the chasm at the sight of a bridge.

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A man, poor man, nothing but man and mortal, whatever he does... then your body grows old; not at the same time, no, first your eyes age, or your legs, or your stomach, your heart. This is how you grow old, in detail. Then all at once your soul begins to grow old: because the body is fallible and perishable in vain, the soul still longs and remembers, seeks and rejoices, yearns for joy. And when this desire for joy passes, nothing remains but memories or vanity; and that's when you get really, fatally and permanently old. One day you wake up and rub your eyes: you no longer know why you woke up? You know exactly what the sun shows: spring or winter, life's scenes, the weather, life's agenda. Nothing surprising can happen anymore: not even the unexpected, the unusual, the horrible surprises you, because you know every chance, you expected everything, you don't expect anything anymore, neither bad nor good... and this is old age.

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Embrace this wild bonfire, the world, There is infinity when there is a moment.

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War is the greatest misfortune not only because it destroys millions of human lives - an epidemic, a change in the weather also sweeps away hundreds of thousands of human lives - but much more because of the terrible destruction it causes in the field of the human soul and education.

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The "revelation", the eternal, inevitable revelation between two people, this dramatic climax of life, when the role falls from the other and you finally find out who he is - and then whether you accept it or not, the consequences are private matters! - it finally happened between us.

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This was the moment when it "began", when my life separated from everything that was its condition and meaning, when something in me died at the same time, and I myself was reborn, as it were, I died to life and was born to death.

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Thanks to the women. Thanks to you who gave birth. And to you who were my wife. And to you, the third, tenth, thousandth, who gave me a smile, tenderness, a warm look, on the street, when I was leaving, you comforted me when I was lonely, you rocked me when I was afraid of death. Thanks to you for being blonde. And you because you were white. And to you, because your hands were beautiful. And you, because you were stupid and good. And you, because you were smart and cheerful. (...) Thanks to the women, thanks.

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The truth must always be written. But can the writer always write the truth? After all, "spending" is his profession, he invents stories, embellishes details, adds, adds, perfects. You cannot write the registry truth: this is not literature, only repetition and boredom. But he always writes the truth if he stays true to his vision. To his vision, which radiates from the poet's tale. This is the writer's truth: loyalty to the vision. Everything else can only be news and reports.

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Every man is willing to be an executioner in his mind.

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I'm not afraid of death, only dying.

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An autobiography is only valid if the writer feels that personal existence is an integral complementary microcosm of universal existence. So, he does not report on what happened to him and around him, but records how the world happened inside him.

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The noblest qualities of Hungarians live in Somló wine: Eastern wisdom, Western education. It has something of the tranquility of Asia and the curiosity of Europe. This is the most fortunate mixture in wine and people.

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There is no more beautiful death than under a walnut tree, in front of the wine cellar, in the fall, right after the harvest, when the new wine is dormant and fermenting in the barrels, the nuts have been plucked from the tree, and the sun still has a gentle power, like the love of the old man.

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This was the moment when the night separates from the day, the underworld from the upper world. And maybe others also split in such moments. This is the last second, when worldly and human depth and height, brightness and darkness are still in contact, when the sleepers wake up from their heavy and tormenting dreams, the sick groan, because they feel that the hell of the night is over, and more transparent suffering follows; the system and lighting of the day reveals and dismantles everything that in the dark confusion of the night was a convulsive desire, a secret desire, a squeamish temper.

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Very fine, deadly stabs don't hurt right away; just as we do not feel the pain caused by very rough, life-threatening blows at the moment of the blow. A person gets hit and goes home, only to notice a blue spot on his chest or a swollen knee only the next morning.

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The only meaning of mass scenes is Flesh, which devours itself.

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God does not tell man what to do, because this is man's destiny: he has free will. But the forbidding voice is always heard by those who are not yet completely deaf.

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This is the most important thing, it is above all else: loyalty to ourselves. Tragically, most people don't know themselves, so they have nothing to be loyal to.

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Only the departure is certain, the hour and the minute when you get on the train... this is still the most important thing in travel. What a broken thing to arrive somewhere - what an uncomfortable, dirty and boring moment! But to leave...

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Asceticism, under certain conditions, definitely gives something that makes a person stronger.

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Maybe if I look into your face at that moment, I will know everything. But I didn't dare to look you in the face. There is a kind of shame that is more embarrassing than anything that a person can experience in life, the shame that the victim feels when he is forced to look into the face of his killer.

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Man cannot live without the Creator. But in Creation there is not only earth and sea and moon and stars. It has ugliness, torture, blood, gore and silliness.

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You have to live closer to yourself. Seeing everything that is happening to me and around me now as the last reflexes of an exploding education.

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A person lives next to a person and does not know anything about him for a long time. One day he senses that he no longer has anything to do with her.

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People age differently after ninety than after fifty or sixty. They grow old without resentment.

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The world also happens inside me, not only in space and time. I'm a volume too.

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Man copies and repeats his sins, mistakes, misdeeds and reckonings over time with manic consistency. History has no imagination.

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The artist does not depict reality, but the vision created by the experience of reality in the human soul. This excess is art.

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When I entrust my fate to God, I feel that God does not give me an absolute right to do so. I have to believe that "a bird's feather does not fall out" without His will, but I have no right to put everything in His hands with blind trust; God entrusted it to me to do and adjust my destiny. And it only helps if I take on this task.

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Man is stronger than fate, and everything can be endured if we have a good conscience.

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Beyond the wonder of nature, there is something extra. Man added something more to nature; only he, man, topped the Creation with works, the collective name of which is art. The sea, the valley, the forest, the river, the plain, everything is unconditional. But a fugue by Bach, a poem by Rilke, a picture by Cranach or Goya, a building by Palladio, a thought by Goethe, a statue by Phidias or Rodin are the gifts that man, alone among all living beings, has added to the world of his own free will. for his wonderful work. And that's all that matters to people: art. Everything else is just a rhythmic compound of the interaction of existence, matter and force.

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In the old days - in the days of youth and manhood - the exciting moment of the journey was the arrival: getting closer to the unknown, the surprising, the adventure, the version. In old age, the big moment of the trip is the take off, the departure: leaving the routine of old age with a single movement, this is the "experience". The arrival is indifferent, since the same is waiting everywhere.

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In old age, everything, including travel, is a necessity. A person does not travel towards something, but walks in place, and thinks he is getting there, away from something he does not like.

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Literature anticipates the tempers and changes brewing in human nature.

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The barometer cannot do anything about the storm, which it predicts hours in advance.

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The greatest, only, pure gift of old age is summer.

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If one conception is prevented, it might be one less genius. The counterargument could be this: it is still better to have one less genius than to have seventy million more people every year, among whom geniuses are rare, but there are many idiots.

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The perverse threat of Christian teaching is "eternal life". It can be terrible.

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Right", "Left" is only where there is "Middle". There is no right and left in the Universe, because there is no middle: every point is both a center and a peripheral unit that merges into infinity.

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Mankind went to the moon, split the atom, extended human life by decades, wrote symphonies, masterpiece books, created pictures and sculptures, and in the process remained the same stupid child that fits the dedo as it was five or ten million years ago.

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The patriots brag, sing, recite, and swear. But there is only one kind of true patriotism: if someone, where he is, does his job with complete loyalty and unconditional effort. This has a retroactive effect on the country. Everything else is just show-off and plate-making.

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"Writing" is very rarely anything other than vain self-showing, offering self-fulfillment. Sometimes more and different, but this happens very rarely.

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Categories of emigration: those who emigrate from their home country to a foreign country. Those who stay in their home country and emigrate there hide in inner nervousness. Those who emigrate in emigration emigrate from emigration, into solitude.

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A man, if he wants, can really endure more than the body, if the will is not fueled.

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What else do people expect from religion? They already feel that the cosmos has become permanent. A timeless plot. We come from the unknown nothing, accidentally, we disappear into the unknown nothing, accidentally. As for "time" between the moment of existence and non-existence, it is only conscious to the extent that we assume a Cosmos, which is not only a blind and deaf act, but also a conscious process, and our consciousness is part of this consciousness. But that's just hope. It is not certain that the Universe has "consciousness".

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Not death. It is always suffering that has no answer. Stupid and unnecessary.

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Death - like the universe - cannot be approached with reason. Does not make sense. "It just is", like absolute facts, without meaning.

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It is not true that one "knows more" in old age. He just remembers differently.

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Death is an absolute certainty. Until then, life is a scary bumpy road. And sometimes the reassurance that everything is in order.

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The "beliefs" into which the human race fled during evolution, the magical, grotesquely distorted experiments, then the dogmatic tenets of religions, the anthropomorphic conceptions of God, were all more make believe than faith. Man can only be satisfied with sense, he can only be stunned by illusions.

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The emigrant, like the astronaut, learns that there is no fixed point to cling to. He is equally at home in homelessness and homelessness.

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Evolution. Where, when, and what was the threshold moment when a living being passed from the animal form to the human form? No answer.

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There are smart people who are untalented. And there are talented people who are not smart. And then there are an infinite number of people who are neither smart nor talented. They always win in the end.

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The human species, for as long as its lifespan known as history can be known to some extent, has always been bestial and vile in all religious and secular civilizations. But thanks to modern means of communication, the media, we now know about this vileness and bestiality, which happens every moment somewhere in the world.

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Punctuality is not only the courtesy of kings, but the duty of every responsible person who knows his rank.

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You can't take a trip into life every now and then - everything and everyone asks for a whole person, life and work too.

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Horthy, by all accounts, was a completely uneducated man, - he had what they call a sliff, but nothing else. He was surrounded by murderers and adventurers (Héjjas, Gömbös), he himself was a career-hungry, adventurous gentry.

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It is easier to be poor when you are not alone.

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Is there any feeling that makes the human heart beat hotter and more suspiciously than the excitement of celebration and anticipation?

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how are you living What are you doing? What's your name? Why did you come to earth? Do you think that's the only way to walk through and review a life? I weigh you and find you easy. You weren't good enough. It came back raggedly and painfully: no - you - were - good enough. You were vain and cowardly in goodness. Yes, you have to make a program out of it, out of goodness, if you are already vain and cowardly about it, and if there is no other way. It's not that nothing is left behind, it's that it's bad. You will be neither good manure nor tiresome. The celebration could end at any minute. Now, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. Start again, differently. Now, immediately, every minute is precious. Even if you're fifty years old, every minute is precious. What are you doing here? A world is buzzing around you, and your heart is empty.

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Life requires not only virtue (...) and cleverness, but also patience and pious intention (...), a kind of smiling and admiring resignation, without which there is no harmony in the hearts.

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The writer's job is not to take care of his lungs and heart, the writer's job is to take care of his soul and spirit, and the coffee house is that special, not at all healthy in the medical and gym teacher sense of the word, but only useful in the literary sense of the word an atmosphere where writers are somewhat sheltered from the temptations of the world, the trappings of office, and the harshness of money; their lungs and hearts wear out from nicotine and black, but their spirit blossoms, and that's what's more important. (...) There is no literature without a coffee house. Mr. Petőfi did not go skiing, but to "Pilvax", and Mr. Vörösmarty did not go to the beach, but to "Arany Ökör". Those are huge differences, please. (...) Literature should be faithful to itself, its laws, its atmosphere, its food, drinks, lifestyle, and everything that goes with it, so that people sometimes think of something that no one else has yet thought of, and then come out in perfect artistic form can finish it.

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People complained about politics, the tax press, their old wives' complaints, or they explained their unhappiness with the stiff arbitrariness of the head of office. But in reality, the real cause of most human accidents was that they were cowards of their feelings and overestimated them.

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Waiting and hoping lurked at the bottom of human hearts, like a cougar escaping from a menagerie in a grove in the Gödöllő forest, and no matter how gentle and disciplined the human exterior was, one could never know what kind of expectation was hidden in its depths.

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Goodness, something like a big mineral water, is good against everything. The audience has already heard about it. There are world articles that are sometimes forgotten. This is when advertising comes in, which stirs the audience's interest. "Do you sleep badly? Are you tormented by troubles? Are you pale, do you eat disorderedly, are you consuming your life force? An excuse is close to you: take Goodness, the excellent life elixir recognized worldwide, proven and successfully taken by millions. Available in original packaging at all major denominations and in better bookstores and at the source."

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It was impossible to regret anything that a person did on the inspiration of his heart and inclinations in his incomprehensibly short life.

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Pleasure hurts Sorrow is lustful With a strong current It flows forever If it carries you far It will return once Its deep river body will not let you go anyway.

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The moon stopped in the sky then, that was all: My head slowly bent over your head.

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How hard it is to be separated from people! We think we are free, and when we want to be free, we find out that we can't even move. Someone smiles irresponsibly once and immediately falls into a person's friendship. He doesn't know what friendship is. Imagine friends differently; he understood friendship as an easy and cheerful walk, an irresponsible sympathy that does not oblige you to do anything. People walk together, exchange thoughts... And for the first time, he thought that there can be a strong and unbreakable bond between people, which can only be broken at the cost of injuries.

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There's no help for men, don't you understand? We are men, we have to live alone, we have to pay for everything exactly and fairly, we have to be silent, we have to endure loneliness, our character, the male law of life.

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The hometown (...) is not a church tower or a square with a fountain, but a flourishing trade and industry; the hometown is a gateway where you thought about something for the first time, a bench on which you sat and did not understand something, a moment under the river water when you fainted back into the memory of some old existence; smooth sanded pebbles that you find in the old desk drawer and you no longer know what you wanted with it; the religion teacher's hat with a brown stain on it, anxiety before a history lesson, strange games that no one understands and you dream about the consequences for the rest of your life, an object in a person's hand, a voice you hear at night through an open window and you can't forget it.

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You have to know all the details, because we can't know which is important, when a word shines behind things.

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I don't defend myself, because I want the truth, and whoever is looking for the truth can only start the search by himself.

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In the end, the world doesn't matter. Only what remains in our hearts matters.

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Man does not know everything with words, but he knows everything with his heart.

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A great poet cannot be wrong. He listens to his instincts and writes, lives and dies as he sees fit.

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We were friends, so we weren't buddies, we weren't comatose jerks, we weren't comrades. We were friends, and there is nothing in life that can compensate for a friendship.

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They were taught that there is a weapon against every danger. And the most powerful are law and conscience.

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But what is the word? Sometimes it lives longer in time than stone.

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I don't like to talk about feelings. I have experienced that what a person says changes a little right away.

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Perhaps, without noticing, a person spends the divine treasure that his destiny once entrusted to him.

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If a person realizes a dream, it is obvious that it will soon become junk.

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I never loved this person, but now I realized with fright that I am no longer really angry with him, from the heart, as it is appropriate to be angry with an enemy... It hit me in the heart, as if I had lost something precious... You know, there is a moment, two between people, when it is no longer worth getting angry. This is a great sadness.

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God despises superstitious blind faith.

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Did I love you? I do not know. Do you love your feet, your thoughts? It's just that nothing makes sense without legs or thoughts. Without him, nothing makes complete sense. I don't know if I "loved it". That was different. I don't "love" my kidneys or my pancreas either. I am just as he was me.

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The key to a successful relationship is that one tolerates the other loving you more.

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A person has only one kind of rank, his character.

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You don't have to say I love you, you don't have to lie in bed to have a relationship with someone, you don't have to be young, and it's okay if the person is old... Many kinds of compliments are possible between people, many kinds of relationships.

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Things finally started speaking to me on this day, something happened, life spoke. And in this case, you have to pay close attention, I think. Because life's strange sign language speaks to us with everything on such days, everything warns, every sign and image, you just have to understand it. Things will one day mature and answer.

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There are many kinds of power among people, and people kill each other in many ways. It's not enough to love, my soul. Love can also be very selfish. You have to love humbly, with faith. All of life has meaning only if there is true faith in it. God gave people love to endure each other and the world.

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There are moments in life when we understand that the impossible, the impossible, the incomprehensible is actually the most ordinary and the simplest. At the same time, we see the structure of life: figures disappear in the sinkhole, whom we thought were important, figures appear from the background, about whom we knew nothing for sure, and we see at the same time that we were waiting for them and they were waiting, with their whole fate, at the moment of their appearance.

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Love is like electricity: it only appears under certain atmospheric conditions.

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By the age of fifty, a person is finished with his work, or with his life.

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The world of the masses is only greedy, but not demanding. You remain moderate and demanding. The world is becoming more and more like a kind of Woolworths store, where you can get everything for a sixpence, in shoddy design, which can satisfy the daily desires of the pleasure-minded masses quickly, cheaply and with excellent quality. The dangers of this mass gratification are already showing themselves, in all areas of life and spirit. A culture is destroyed not only when barbarians appear with hatchets in the fine squares of Athens and Rome, but also when these same barbarians appear in the public squares of a culture and carry out a large demand, supply and exchange of goods without need. You choose. Don't pick and choose with squeamishness and snot, but strictly and ruthlessly. You cannot be demanding enough in moral and spiritual matters. You cannot say consistently enough: this is noble, this is tinsel, this is value, this is crap. This is your job if you are human and want to maintain this rank.

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To read with reverence, passion, attention and relentlessness. The writer may babble; but you read narrowly. Listening to each word, one after the other, forwards and backwards in the book, seeing the clues that lead into the thicket, listening to the secret signals that the author of the book may have failed to notice when he progressed through the vastness of his work.

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You cannot "conquer" the world. There is no such thing. But you can bear it. And that's almost a win.

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Even their intellect cannot guide what their hearts cannot agree on.

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Books, like people, only give you their secrets and trust if you surrender yourself to them. I don't like to read books other than those that I own. It is not enough to possess the thought and knowledge contained in the book, the book, the earthly dust pod of the thought, must be mine - just as they want a lover.

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It is not enough to read according to catalog, fashion or tradition. You have to instinctively find the book that can tell us something personally. It should be read regularly, as one sleeps, eats, loves and breathes.

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Reading is not enough. Rereading - according to all the consultants - is more important. And it is not just the book that needs to be reread, the memory of which is fading, or which we did not understand perfectly on the first reading: the sentence must also be reread, the noun, verb and adjective, which fatally determine something in the book. What does a book want? To understand yourself. But this sort of thing is slow, almost as slow and complicated as life itself.

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Artists deserve respect. They are God's children who have chosen the hardest part.

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He knew this, even without words, and secretly, from the inside, I also knew it, without words, because at that time I didn't have words for the symptoms of life. The real words come later, but you have to pay terribly for them.

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You're such a jerk. About private matters, real ones, he is willing to believe that they are world events.

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What people prepare for a long time, with great will, perseverance, foresight and prudence, finally happens.

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In every real man, there is some sort of restraint, as if he shuts off an area of ​​his being, of his soul, from the woman he loves and says: so far, dear, and no more. I want to be alone here in the seventh room.

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And what is the content of our power, the power of women? You say love. Well, maybe it's love. I sometimes doubt this word. I don't deny love, no way. This is the greatest force on earth. And yet sometimes I feel that when men love us, because they can't help it, they look down on it a little.

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I never loved him. There was a time when I was in love with him... but I was only in love because I hadn't lived with him yet. The two don't go together, you know?

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Somehow nothing can really be said in words, nothing that is very important in life... You know, what is as important as birth or death. You can't even say that with those certain words. Maybe the music will tell, I don't know... Or if this person is lustful and touches someone like this... Don't move. This other friend of mine hid the dictionaries towards the end for a reason. He searched for a word. But he didn't find it.

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I imagine that every person has some internal limit, within which there is a measure of good and bad. Absolutely, to everything that is possible between people. But you have no limits.

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Sometimes the one who stays at home will be more homeless than the other who goes out into the world.

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A person who, in the middle of the last century, was able to assert his individuality in society with perfect development, today truly asserts himself when he can cripple and hide everything that is inherently individual in him more and more perfectly.

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We are cowards to our desires. (...) The world's table is set; the stock did not run out, only our desires dwindled. What a person longs for very much and with ordinary strength, he already has a little.

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Everyone is waiting for their fate to turn for the better: but believing is not so easy. (...) In the past, people believed with a light heart, in a demanding, cheerful manner. The problem is that we are already quite smart, learned, careful and initiated and we don't dare to wish. These improbably educational years taught me to be careful in our desires, as if we rationalized our dreams.

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One afternoon, in autumn, my father died. He died with strength, dignity and example. It was as if he had shown me how to die. - He died in my hands, and from that moment my fear of death changed; I'm not afraid like that anymore, and I'm not afraid of death, not of that unknown, horrible thing; rather, I only regret leaving life here, I demand the taste and smell of life on death; but the moment my father closed his eyes, I understood that death is neither bad nor good, it has no character.

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A strange sense of security pervades his entire being, as if everything is finally free and permissible for him: no need to be polite, no need to follow rules and forms, no need to rush, compliment, play the civilized gentleman. This is one of those moments when life throws up agreements, when the rules of the game don't apply.

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The citizen of Nárs believes that art is cultural material. A more or less normal person knows that it is an experience that takes away the joy of life.

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If you were to ask a few thousand people now, how do they imagine the solution, the solution to their lives and the lives of the countries, what would the crowd answer? He would probably listen, cautiously, with a hundred thousand years of practice. People, deep down, do not want "big solutions". People want bread, and I believe more and more that they want something beyond bread, the condition of which is material well-being, but without which material sustenance in itself is insufficient: people want decency and respect.

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After all, the experts got the world where it really was. What would happen if the private person finally spoke up and intervened on the whole line? He would speak up and say, "Please, it's about me, too." (...) What if private individuals Péter and János finally intervened? The specialist replies: "It would be a huge problem." But this is not at all certain. Because the current picture of the situation in Europe proves once again that a huge confusion has arisen worldwide even without the intervention of private individuals.

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There is no other weapon against the world but humility; not the flattering and breast-beating humility, but the other, which calmly and without movement looks wolf-eyed at the world.

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What hurts the most in life is not what is bad and painful, but what is good and what is not.

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Life requires patience. But a miracle takes courage. The simple, silent miracle is when someone is brave enough to be patient in life. But it is very difficult.

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Love does not need ideal figures. Love is like... but no, there is nothing like love. No reason, no explanation. Love, it seems, is for its own sake. Sometimes it builds up in a person and spills out.

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I don't regret anything that happened, and I only feel "guilty" about what I missed.

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Anyone who starts to squirm during a fight loses the battle. If someone is emotional and reflects on the past during the fight: time will kill him with a single hook.

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I walked happily in the fog and thought: finally! Finally, for once it is possible to take a few steps without a goal or direction in this civilized life, which is otherwise worryingly goal-oriented. Finally, a few minutes in the life of a big city, when an unknown force dissolves everything that is material, and the city surrenders to this strange game, which is a little scary and dangerous. We live too regularly. People must be taught to dare to love and take on danger and the extraordinary. A few dangerous steps in the fog give a different feeling of life than a thousand and a thousand sure, purposeful steps in the daylight. In moments like these, when you can't meet anyone on the street because people have lost their personality traits under the fog cap, we finally meet ourselves.

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Home is destiny, not a trick and stunt. And patriotism is the most disgraceful behavior, a kind of binding and command, the display of which should not garner applause. But how many people and under the pretext of what impossible occasions live from this gimmicky, extravagant patriotism - they live and have lived, because it is the surest stunt number on all kinds of podiums.

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Tell me, why don't they teach the relationship between men and women in schools? I'm asking this seriously, I'm not kidding. After all, this is at least as important as our country's landscape of mountains and water, or the basic rules of correct conversation. People's peace of mind depends on it at least as much as on honor or spelling. I'm not thinking about any frivolous subject... I'm thinking that sensible people, poets, doctors, should talk to people about joy, about the human possibilities of men and women living together... So not about "sex life", but about joy, about patience, modesty, satisfaction...

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Between two people, a man and a woman, in the end, the "why" and the "how" are always so pitifully the same... This is a despicably simple formula. Always because it could and happened, that's the truth. It's not worth digging into the details at the end.

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Dreams don't mean much. They have no formative power, no reflection on life... at least it rarely happens that they are exposed to the light of day. There are examples in science, art and literature.

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A dream is rarely the cause of something; then always just a consequence.

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We fear everything about the one we love, because in the final sense we are perhaps jealous of death.

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Somewhere far, far before the visible events, the war begins; of course, it starts in people's souls, and by the time it becomes a battlefield, with dead people and cannons and smoking ruins, people have already calmed down in spirit.

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War begins when people, all over the world, sit in rooms, talk about their daily worries and ambitions, and then suddenly someone utters the word: "war" - and then they don't shut up, they don't stare in speechless horror, but everything in a tone of voice, with natural emphasis, they answer: "war" - and they talk about whether it is possible, when, and to what extent? This is how it starts.

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The body is a coward, it flattens itself like a rebellious beast when it is shown a whip. The soul is everything.

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Life really happens to a person (...) until he is forty or fifty-five years old. Then you already know something tangible, real; this knowledge is not wise, nor "deep", it does not satisfy; but by then one has seen the dead and the living, life repeats itself wonderfully, nothing happens as we expect, nothing is so surprising.

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Despite all caution, tact, and emotions breaking through the forms of coexistence, one day the flock splits into black and white sheep, and the shepherd feels helplessly that the white ones are closer to his heart.

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Life is a duty that must be fulfilled; of course, it is a burdensome and complicated duty, which sometimes has to be endured with self-sacrifice.

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Do you think you've built a house and can look out on the world from the proud perch of your career? Don't you know that you will remain a wanderer forever, and that everything you do is the movement of a wanderer on the road? (...) If you rest, you rest no more securely or permanently than the wanderer who rests in the shade of the roadside apple tree for half an hour on the way. Know this when you draw up plans.

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And if you are left alone with the pain, say this: "Here, pain. But no matter how you hurt, I know it's okay because I'm human."

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The great, truly fatal dramas of life begin so quietly that we are already up to our necks in the dramatic situation and still do not understand. Cancer, shame, failure, great disappointment don't start like in literature: one day we notice a pimple, or someone calls and speaks so peculiarly into the phone, we don't even really understand what they're saying, or the woman we love , turns his head once, amused. This is how it starts. No. This has already happened. Doom is silent. Only the accident roars, screeches and jingles.

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You have to look in the mirror for a long time, many times and for a long time, until you finally get to know a person's true face. The mirror is not only a smooth sheet of silver, no, the mirror is also deep, like the eyes of the sea in the mountains, and whoever leans very attentively (...) over its surface, sees at the same time into the depths, and always sees new and new depths, and always looms further away a face that bends over the mirror, and every day a mask falls from the face.

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Goodness and experience, practice and pity are the only tools with which we can discipline our hearts from time to time; but at the bottom of the intention, which directs our steps, there is also a more powerful command, the spell power of which cannot be provoked with impunity.

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There is a kind of fire and passion, which is not fueled by the charm of the moment, not by the senses and curiosity, not by selfishness and ambition, no, there is a kind of fatal smoldering in human life, which is not extinguished by habit and boredom, not extinguished by fulfillment, nor flirtatious curiosity, the world cannot quench it, yes, we ourselves cannot quench it either.

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Life, my dear, is wholeness. Life is that a man and a woman meet because they fit together, because they are related to each other like rain to the sea, one always falls back into the other, they form each other, one condition for the other. Out of this wholeness comes something that is in harmony, and this is life.

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Franciska, love has touched us. This is a great gift and a great sadness. It's a great gift, because I really love you in my own way... within the possibilities of adventure, and great sadness, because this love will never be cheerful and easy, it won't have wings like a dove... it's a different kind of love, ours .

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You know that there is no "everything and nothing" in reality, there is always only the mediocre, between "everything" and "nothing" is "something", which can sometimes be a lot.

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To command is... to be responsible, and only those who are relentlessly consistent, but at the same time tactful and polite, really maintain discipline.

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The flame and embers that the divine fate kindled and kindled in the human heart cannot be extinguished by human hands and skill.

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Words have a magical power, they can illuminate the past and the future at the same time.

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I understood your being, I know your life and destiny, I think I know who you are, as far as a stranger can descend into the depths of another's soul.

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The love text is a bit like the sacred writing on the walls of pagan tombs - it directly represents Eternity.

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Knowledge and desire begin with sight, man begins with sight, (...) the world begins with sight, and of course also love. It's a magical word, it contains everything, longing, the hot secret, the hidden meaning of life, because the world is only as far as we see it.

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We all become wise, in the unexpected and true moments of life, when we recognize the surprise and change in life.

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There is nothing worse than expressing yourself in an unmistakable way, especially when the speaker knows that his words are final.

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I can't shake my head and marvel at the blind faith of lovers who believe that this mindless feeling destroys mountains, stops time and the like. Every lover is a little Joshua, who stops the sun in its course above the collision of life, intervenes in the world order, and thus awaits victory, which is always defeat.

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The reason we humans are great even in our misery is that we can understand the secret power, even if we can't decipher its intentions.

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A special element, the meaning of life, time, which cannot be measured by its own measure.

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Words (...) must be used accurately in life if we want them to have any value.

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There is a phase in life, and I, by the wise decree of fate and time, am now living the days and years of this phase, when everything falls away from us, vanity, selfishness, false ambition and false fear, and we no longer want anything but reality, at any cost let's get it.

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There is a kind of sadness that cannot be comforted, as if someone has missed a divine moment forever and then no longer really cares about anything.

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Because of this, life is shorter, the more time we can devote to memory and theory.

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I have little faith in human oaths and vows: human words fly more easily than ox saliva in autumn.

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The great duel of life, even in moments of crisis, must be fought only with the weapons of politeness.

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There is a kind of virtue which is nothing but unconditional loyalty to our being, destiny and inclinations.

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Behind the written law there is another, unwritten law, and it must also be served justice.

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Everyone lives alone, makes mistakes and dies alone: ​​advice and wisdom that we don't get ourselves (...) doesn't help much.

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Is there a type of man who cannot be given happiness? (...) Is there a type of man whose all his virtues, charms, and charms are such that he lacks the sense of happiness, is completely deaf to happiness, and just as the deaf do not hear sweet music, so does he not know about the sweetness of happiness?

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Human emotions are nourished by the same deep water, regardless of whether the surface expresses itself with angry waves or gentle ripples.

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It is in the nature of the adventure that it ends in a short time: such is the genre, such is its proportion and its rules.

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Words, no matter how accurate, only name and reveal a person's mystery, but do not solve it.

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Revenge never sleeps in my heart. Revenge must be nurtured like a captive lion, it must be fed bloody meat every day, the bloody cafatas of memories, so that it does not lose its bloodthirsty tendencies.

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Selfishness... wanted everything, and thought it was giving everything, when it wastes time and money, passion and tenderness on the woman or man it loves, it just doesn't make that ultimate sacrifice, it can't provide that simple and secondary skill, that he renounces everything and gives his soul and life to the other and expects nothing in return.

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There are many ways to write. Some people sit in a room and write, doing nothing else. These are happy. (...) Then there are those who wield the pen like a dagger and a sword, writing with blood. (...) These writers, for whom writing is only a tool because they want to change the world, are these unhappy writers who are powerful because they have spirit and strength, but they lack silence and reverence, and therefore they are unhappy. These are the ones who can knock down a king or the world order with one word, but cannot express what is the more secret meaning of life, the rapture that we live here on earth, the happiness that we are not alone.

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When a person is in trouble, he even clings to the rope of the gallows.

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The (...) strange rocking carried them slowly in the element of the kiss, just like the sea, whose rocking is both lullaby and danger, fate and adventure at the same time. And like someone who has drifted off the shores of reality and realizes with amazement that he can live and move in the new element, the unknown element of destiny, and perhaps it is not so bad to move away from the shore with such a slow swing, to lose all contact with reality and to move slowly, without will or intention towards annihilation.

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Everything is equally important, because everything becomes important only from the feeling with which we look at the world.

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At night, while I was sleeping, something happened: summer is over. I wake up, listen to the wind, look at the dark brown foliage in front of the window, and I don't feel any autumn sadness. I'm glad summer is over. I'm glad you didn't bring anything. I'm glad I didn't waver in my belief in unhappiness. I am glad that I no longer have any illusions about the solution. There you go, autumn, on! - I think. Lay out your props, lower your rotten stage walls from your rotten rope ceiling, fall leaves, moan your winds, curse and bury! Welcome, harbinger of winter and doom. I'm not defending myself. I agree. I'm waiting for you.

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A person can commit infidelity, meanness, yes, even the worst, murder, and remain pure on the inside. The act is not the truth. It's always just a consequence.

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Isn't loyalty, selfishness and vanity some kind of terrible selfishness, like most human things and needs in life?

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There was a grain of truth in every book, and every memory answered that one is useless in getting to know the true nature of human relationships, one will not become wiser from any kind of knowledge. And therefore we have no right to demand unconditional truth and loyalty from someone we once accepted as our friend, even if events have shown that this friend was unfaithful.

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I have sometimes thought that perhaps friendship is a bond similar to the fateful bond between twins. A special identity of inclination, sympathy, taste, education, and temperament binds two people to the same fate. And it is useless for one to do anything against the other, yet they share a common fate. And even though one is running away from the other, they still know everything important about each other. And even if he chooses a new friend or lover, he cannot escape this community without the other's secret, unwritten permission.

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There is a kind of sacrifice and service in love that is more and more real than confession and robbery, more than "Only-You-and-forever" - (...), there is a kind of love that does not want to take away, but to protect , he doesn't want to hurt, but to save, and perhaps this is the only real and honest one.

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I am beginning to suspect that there is no coincidence in everything that is important and unchangeable. (...) There are moments when life plays with us and slightly changes everything that we thought was final.

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It is not possible to accept life's gifts humbly enough, patiently enough, but it is also not possible to be careful enough not to give our hearts completely and unconditionally to the living. Those who unconditionally attach their feelings to the living will suffer and perish. I don't preach indifference, or Pökhendi superiority, or callousness. Just this: love, but in your own way. Do not believe those who demand flame, annihilation, total devotion. These are usurers, if you fall into their clutches, they will drain your blood and feelings, and then you will perish. Enjoy the light, love it, you can be grateful, but keep something for yourself. Not much needs to be said about it. You have to smile, enjoy life, and give exactly as much as you get.

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You see, this is how old age will come, politely. (...) Old age is not a drama, don't be afraid. One day you get news, that's all. You look up from work and life, amused, and then willingly say: "Yes, yes. You have to grow old. Just a moment, I wanted something... What? Yes, to live. I know, it's too late now. We can go."

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It's high time you lived useless. You've just lived a useful life long enough. Just remember: you got up early, and with an anemic head from lack of sleep, rubbing your temples and eyelids, you hurried to the workbench to do some work in the morning hours, a task that people rated as useful; but neither they nor you got any real pleasure from this work. (...) You have always lived as if you were waiting for the order that calls you to perform even more useful tasks. You knew you had only one task, life. What have you been doing with your time, unhappy? Live useless at last, against their law, according to your own law. Then maybe, in the end, you will use something.

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We should live like in the Stone Age: without a calendar, between life and death, only in time.

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What was it about this woman that was so amusingly, so bribingly and disarmingly insignificant that you immediately had to pay attention, among all the interesting, beautiful, loud and flamboyant women? There was something about him, something wordless and radiant. The man looked at her and suddenly understood that he had been shivering until now, but now it is enough to sit next to this woman, and then he won't be cold anymore. It's true, it won't be particularly hot around you; this woman is not on fire. But it warms, like an old tile stove, which was once warmed by the flame of fragrant logs at the beginning of winter, and then smolders quietly until spring. So I sat beside him, without any particular hopes or demands; and I warmed up.

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Twenty year reunion. They know exactly everything about me, but during dinner they act like they haven't heard from me in twenty years. (...) There is some sort of mysterious ranking that is formed in childhood, and it cannot be jumped over later. The world is much easier to convince than a classmate who knows something about you. What? (...) He doesn't know exactly. He just looks at you suspiciously, blinking and with eternal - perhaps justified - doubt.

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Don't want to be a hero. Remain unbiased and considerate. That's enough.

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Where did the dream of my days go? (...) That other dream, the living room, which accompanied me through the street and salon, workshop and crowd, is the real one, that dawning and conscious dream, on the bus, while changing tickets or under the trees, on a garden path, that dizziness , when I went from one room to another, the realization without purpose, object or image that I live, between two nothings, this stubborn dream about life: where did it go?

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One day I found myself sitting across from my lawyer in a room arguing about tax matters. Then I kept quiet, looked around and felt terribly ashamed. At that moment, I understood that everything that was before was just a dream and a transition. At that moment I understood that I had grown up shamefully, irredeemably and hopelessly.

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There is a kind of humility, which is also a weapon, there is a kind of bowing, which can only be answered by bowing. I'm not telling you to drop the sword. But don't mess with it. (...) Do you want to be strong? Stay calm, considerate and humble.

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One day you will have to know that everything you planned and wanted was unnecessary and incidental, and what you were running away from has caught up with you and is forcing you to take a stand. The world won't let you go, don't be afraid. Get some rest. Breathe. It is not enough to remember. Learn to forget at last.

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Don't stay loyal to the subject; rather and more relentlessly to yourself.

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It's enough if you resist. The world is what it is; but don't add your blessing. This resistance can be fruitful and noble. In any case, it is necessary to leave your mark on the world.

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How differently, how much more warmly and intimately we are identified with our sins and disabilities than with our virtues and abilities! How much more characteristic of me is what is weak in me, what I desire and know is harmful to me, what I want, and for which I am not strong, wise and disciplined enough, than the fact that sometimes and still I pull myself together, I do something for my health, incidentally I fulfill my duties.

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One should never go back to someone from whom one has once permanently left. This is a rule of life. There are very few rules of life. This is one of them.

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Only man can help another man. Only one person can give strength to another when they are in trouble.

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Life is poison if we don't believe in it. Life is poison when it is only a tool for vanity, ambition, and envy to explode with it.

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Don't be afraid to be happy. (...) Perhaps this is the great affliction of humanity: it is not pain, but fear that prevents you from being happy.

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Action overcomes the dullness lurking at the bottom of life and everything.

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Man always suffers (...) when he wants to save someone and knows he is powerless.

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Almost everything will be a cliché, which you have to know with the strength of your heart and then say it with words.

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If the state of grateful and humble knowledge of (...) reality does not resemble happiness, then I would not even want to know this state of mind.

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No excruciating pain. He can be horrible, but never unbearable. When it really is, we no longer feel.

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There is order and order to everything. By the time a person sinks into a situation, a lot of time passes and we get used to the change.

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There is no road more hopeless than that which leads to perfection; every step opens up to new, unfathomable distances: and one is horrified at the sight of these horizons and knows that one must not back down, nor rest, because one will fall.

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What can a person do when his life is split in two, as if the earth were to open in the middle of a landslide and tear a peaceful family home in two? (...) You can't do anything.

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I have never, on any human encounter, felt such a special closeness as this evening, at this moment - I cannot tell you the name of this feeling, I only remember that I was overcome by some extraordinary excitement of anticipation. It was one of those rare moments in life when one person, through the power of passion, obsession, or faith, reveals something of the hidden meaning of the world to another person.

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What do you know about life? Nothing real. We live among idealized, postcard-like images.

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Death does not come with a deep sigh and death. Death is some kind of serial symptom... first one reflex is missing, then the other.

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In moments of crisis, people understand the essentials without words or with very few words.

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I know for sure that life still has something in store for me, which will be medicine and sweetness, intoxication and grape sugar at the same time. I stop, look around, wait.

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You like it, I surrender. But I warn you that this attraction, this love, will last exactly twenty-four hours. The awakening following the first dream banishes your face from my memories like the sunlight the morning fog. Sweet face, you are made of mist. While I'm talking about you, I see you more dimly. When I put a period at the end of this sentence, I sadly (...) notice that I don't even see you anymore.

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A great talent - kind of "real" -, harmonic. There are always, in every age, indifferent masses, presumptuous connoisseurs, puffed-up critics, untalented partners, counter rivals. Real talent solves all this by itself.

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The day dawns in the life of every person and every nation, when it is necessary to understand that we can count on nothing and no one in this world: we are alone. (...) This is the moment when every person - sometimes gritting his teeth, against his will - becomes a hero.

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What do we humans mean to each other? Nothing. We don't even understand ourselves. Everything is different than we think, everything is different.

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You have to express things in some form, this is very important. I definitely feel that if I could talk about it, a lot of things would be alleviated.

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Sometimes, for moments, I feel as if everything that happened and didn't happen to me in my life, everything that I wanted, that I was cowardly or comfortable or weak for, is now under the roof. In such moments, I see myself and the flow of my life as a big system. (...) I feel like someone who wakes up from a deep, sick dream and wakes up and sees that he was beaten on the head long ago and robbed and was lying unconscious; and the robbers run far away with the treasure.

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I need that feeling of being home alone. That no one is watching. No one checks my habits. No one is staring. One needs complete solitude sometimes.

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In love, you can behave "naturally" just as little as in art. Feeling and desire are only expressed in a certain language of form. There are smiles, glances, half-words, politeness. There is no other way.

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When I got sick, he sent me an unknown organ. Lilac and rose. The flowers were brought in the evening, without a name or address. I still don't know who sent it. These were wonderful organs. (...) And it was as if they had said something, not much, just one word.

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It is not enough to live without pain: life also needs joy.

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To record the moment when beauty, this fragile and enamel-like phenomenon burnt out of matter and soul, breaks into pieces in a woman's face, because the spiritual and character composition of which external beauty was only a consequence has broken down. "It's strange, it's ugly!" people say and shrug. Yes, he got ugly because he was rotten from the inside. To be beautiful is to be innocent, in the heroic sense of the word. Everything else is just cosmetic.

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There are those who live with a stopwatch in hand, always running towards goals and counting the seconds. Others live like a tree, very slowly and tenaciously, and they know that they still have many, many years, decades.

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Love me casually and mildly, even a little absentmindedly, just the way you breathe, or the way you live on a Tuesday when "nothing happens". I don't like it anymore when they love me like in the second act of an opera performance, when all the horns are blaring, the spotlights are playing in all the colors of the rainbow. (...) Love like a not very important private matter, without attention. Then, maybe, I'll pay attention.

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Why is it that in a foreign country, every time I hear a child speak Hungarian, I feel insurmountable sadness, and I have to hurry away, to some abandoned side road, to wipe away and hide my tears from the strangers?

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Women know everything for a man: live and die as they want.

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The shell is opened, the snail is wounded, a grain is placed in its slimy substance, and it is thrown back into the sea. The injured animal begins to create in its agony: it creates pearls. This is the Japanese pearl. Most artists are such aggrieved animals. Foreign material falls into his soul, and he begins to create for artificial excitement. What he creates in this way is exactly like the real thing in terms of material and structure. Only the origin is different. Only an exceptional and chosen specimen can extract a genuine pearl from itself, without artificial intervention. This is the rarest, most valuable phenomenon. But only the specialist can perceive the difference.

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Time passes, and life is filled with intense content these weeks. The way people look is different. They are carrying something, looking at the sky with shining eyes, then at the ground with a downcast look. (...) What is this feeling, this concentrated, this dense, this painful and fearful search and wonder? What's in the air, in people's eyes, in women's smiles? The farewell.

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We are wanderers and adventurers, we travel the world even without a passport, we wander on footpaths, in a life whose true boundaries we do not know exactly.

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I spent a long time choosing in the flower shop, and in the end I bought a bunch of roses, because they are the most elegant and the cheapest. While the plant was being packed, I said: - You live on love and death, like novelists. Tell me which is the better deal? (...) - Nowadays, death. Your lordship also brings a rose to the living. If the lady had died, he would send her at least ten dahlias.

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Remembrance also has a climate, flora and fauna. This climate is not temperate at all. It is saturated with extremes. The real autumn is never the one we are currently experiencing, but the other, golden, ripe for death and wonderful, which we remember in a spring.

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The joy came differently than I expected, it had a different taste, a different meaning than I imagined.

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How terrifying everything turns out after the first time together! There is just as little deception in the fatal matters of the body and passion as in the fatal matters of the soul.

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Youth begins by wanting someone to protect them. Then comes pre-manhood, when we start to attack. But a man only becomes a real man later, much later: when he no longer wants to be protected, he no longer wants to attack, and all his ambition is to be able to protect someone or something without being noticed.

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Do not expect humility from me; I'm not a humble person. I am unlimited and attentive, unfaithful and curious, sensitive and cruel.

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The young woman walked past me in the snow and smiled at me. I accepted the smile with thanks, took it with me, and took care of it for a while so that it wouldn't melt. It was a snowy smile and it slowly melted. In the end, only a little moisture was left of it in the soul; a tiny puddle, no bigger than a teardrop.

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Oh, the fools who do not believe in fate! They do not know that in spite of all ambition, intention and skill, the sunny landscape of life is filled with shadows at dusk; what yesterday came together in a regular form under your hands, today falls apart. (...) To know about fate as a counterweight to the pace of life! That terrifying and dizzying moment when the balance of life is upset, without "cause" or "fault", and there is nothing left around you, only a pile of smoking ruins.

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How certain the poor are! Only the rich jump. At every moment, they fear something, want something, want something different. The rich live under the forced law of change. But the law of the poor is simpler and more certain.

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The meaning of life is the truth. Behind the wondering and the doubt, the research and the satisfaction, the errors and the delusions, the phenomena and the multitude, there is some common sense that radiates and penetrates everything.

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Sometimes I stop on the street, reach into my pocket, I feel like I've lost something. At home, I open drawers, read letters, search the pockets of old clothes. (...) I lost something. I wake up around three in the morning and suddenly understand: I lost the dream! Not the dream of the night, the by-product of sleep, that messy, sweet unbakedness, (...) but the dream-like feeling that there is a meaning behind reality that cannot be expressed in words. What was this dream? Why does it hurt like it's not there anymore? Why are you looking for it? Was it the youth? I do not know. All I know is that I was robbed.

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I have noticed that a hasty conclusion drives a person into a certain state of mind, which may not have started out so decisive. A person says: "I'm waiting for something", and from that moment on, he really expects something.

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The love that a man can feel for a woman entails complications. I think you can't just love a woman. It takes more.

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If they ask, "How are you?" - I can't answer: "I'm sad". This is not an answer. But this is the truth. (...) When I think of Timár, this sadness eases. As if this terrible emptiness in me and in my life would be filled with something. There isn't much to fill it with: the memory of one person. I never knew what a big deal it was.

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I have to think that... the greatest, the rarest thing that can happen to a person: to feel trust in someone like this, without any reason. People live, one person next to another. Like the blind. One day, through a thin slit, I begin to see. It's not much that I see, and yet the impact is huge. This emptiness inside me seems to pass away.

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All life explodes at some point. All life. You have to love someone, otherwise everything is in vain. (...) What should I do? I tried to love people. All, all of them. But it's hard, very hard. People waste time somehow.

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In truth, a person is not only a personality, body and soul, but also a type of mental illness, which has taken on a form that can be qualified histologically.

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It is certain that the meaning of every true journey is to return home, and one begins to return home the moment one sets off.

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You shouldn't be indifferent and quiet: sometimes you have to bend down and pick up the "lots of things" lying on the road.

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Day by day, step by step, I will continue on this strange path... does this step lead up or down? I do not know this. But I won't stop.

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In life, there are indeed some grim surprises, just like in a dream.

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Reason can be used to rule over the rebellion of emotions and instincts - up to a certain limit. And this limit is not as low as is generally believed.

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Anyone who is offended will rightfully fail. No offense. There is only result.

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A person not only acts, talks and listens throughout life, but also dreams throughout it. At the bottom of everything lies the dream. And this is life just like the reality of the doer, the speaker, the listener.

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Man, in his immeasurable pride and vanity, is willing to believe that he can live against the laws of the world, violate them and rebel against them with impunity. It is as if the drop of water is saying, "I am different from the sea." Or the spark: "The fire won't catch on me." But man is nothing more than a simple part of the world. (...) Stone and metal also live longer than humans. Therefore, everything that we represent in the world through our body is insignificant. Only our soul is stronger and more permanent than stone and metal - therefore we should never see ourselves in any other way than in the volumes of our soul. The power that expresses itself in the perishable bodily tissue is not only a component, but also the meaning of the world. This force is the human soul. Everything else we mean and show in the world is ridiculous and pathetic.

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Something like... nervousness like thirst. Or, as if one is cold and cannot find warmth anywhere. Or like insomnia. Or like hunger. I do not know. Sometimes I don't feel anything for days, as if I'm lying somewhere. Then, unexpectedly, it erupts.

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I didn't cry, but tears flowed from my eyes. Of course, whoever saw me could easily have thought that I was crying. What I did was strikingly similar to crying: tears flowed from my eyes. (...) One does not cry without a reason. Even if he has a reason, he still takes power.

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To put it that way, nothing happened in my life. I must have been the cause of this and not "fate". I don't believe in fates. Man makes his own life. If I could do it over again, maybe I would do it differently. I would definitely do it differently. I was cowardly and comfortable. That way you won't get anywhere.

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To be stronger than the situation created by external forces around us until the last moment. Not to give up anything in spirit, not to let go; this is the secret.

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Fates are always interesting. A person gets used to his fate, within it he finds the attitude to everyday life and the possibilities... and this ability is almost limitless.

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Real pain is silent; tears and cries are already relief.

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Human destiny is also made in the world, world forces also do it - and sometimes these give a signal. You just have to pay close attention.

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Everyone wants to "be something or someone".

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Somehow, the writer is not really a writer with his virtues, but rather with what is flawed, scrappy, imperfect in him - this flaw is really him.

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The world is a great gift. It must be accepted as it gives itself: in its entirety.

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Over time, people's shrewd meanness and engineered dishonesty no longer angers them, but amuses them, sometimes amazes them. Apparently, this is the real human genre, this is where man is truly great and human: in meanness and dishonesty.

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Among all hostility, indifference is the most dangerous!

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Little and big complications multiply in our lives; nothing takes shape, there is resistance in everything, strange, regular obstacles obstruct everything, everything... These seven tests, which in reality are seven times seven, must be endured; and not to believe that "it will be better later"; maybe nothing will get better. But change is certain, this is the law.

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I never "courted" anyone. I don't even know how to do it - either a meeting speaks for itself, at the very first moment, or all talk is in vain.

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Nothing good happened. It's true, nothing bad happened... and that's already a big gift. Maybe nothing is the best thing in life. And that inner light that sometimes breaks through situations, people, and life.

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Just as personality is deeply hidden behind an individual's appearance, manners, (...) self-awareness, so the people also live in their secrets.

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I play chess with Semmi, he is my partner, Semmi leans over the pieces on the other side of the board. I don't know if a person can be a stronger, more cunning, more learned opponent than Nothing?

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Tenacity is perhaps a kind of talent. Not to compromise, even in the midst of danger, misery, illness, failure; to start all over again every day, with the stubborn violence of a bulldog, purposefully, with implacable consistency.

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You can't talk to the world in the same way and in the same voice as you do to home.

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It is not enough to see clearly, you also have to act. And action is sometimes not what is useful or expedient, but what is a task.

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The series is a series of (...) fate: human and natural law. You should not snort if one of the blows hurts more than the previous ones.

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There is something mad, insanely heightened in life, something that Reason cannot approach.

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Only intoxication is infinite, when lust (...) dissolves the obsession of individuality and personality in the soul. Everything else is finite.

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People are not only evil and cruel, but also messy, careless, indifferent. And this is almost the cause of more trouble than evil and cruelty.

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You can't "help" people. But they can be tolerated. This requires a lot of experience. And superhuman patience. And humor.

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Everything that reaches me from the home radio, letters, newspapers (...) starts a feeling process in me that is very difficult to define. This is not anger, nor is it resentment; more and more. My conscience responds to these news with some kind of frightened introspection - the deaf and cold emptiness of helplessness.

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There is something unchangeable in man, which (...) neither milieu nor time can transform. The idea is what lives in him, what makes him a person and a personality, which does not change.

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It doesn't hurt to remove from our soul the waste accumulated during the year, superstitions, compulsive neurotic fear fixations, sweep out the year's junk... Fear remains at the bottom of the soul - but life without the accumulated spiritual garbage is more human and simpler.

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Perhaps the deepest meaning of all aggression is lust.

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Man is a stubborn creature; he loves his fate, even if that fate is lava.

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You have to spend the day on your mind, minute by minute, hour by hour, otherwise aimless time will tire you and make you nervous.

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According to the French, only those who can see reality have a real imagination. This ability is rare. People think that fantasy is clear by dreaming up some phenomenon that never existed. But phenomena that never existed have neither hands nor feet, they are like griffins, and what has no relation to reality is boring and childish. Real imagination builds the new, the wonderful, the surprising from reality.

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The homeland is not only land and mountains, dead heroes, mother tongue, bones of our ancestors in cemeteries, bread and landscape, no. Home is you, skin and hair, in your physical and mental qualities; he gives birth, he buries you, you live and express him, in all the miserable, great, blazing and boring moments that make up your life. And your life is also a moment of the life of the homeland.

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And yet, today, still, forever, how much life gives! He quietly gives, with both hands, the morning and the afternoon, the dusk and the stars, the sultry smell of the trees, the green wave of the river, the reflection of a pair of human eyes, the solitude and the noise! (...) This is a gift, a wonderful gift.

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My shame is only where there is desire and guilt.

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All secret human relationships - friendship, love and those strange ties when adversaries meet and cross paths, for life and death! - it begins with this magical touch; with the dream-like perception, which really is as if a person perceives reality in a dream: in a crowd, among strangers, a pair of eyes, a voice touch you at the same time, and it is as if you are dizzy, as if you have already experienced the present once, as if you know in advance everything that will happen, words and movements too; and all this is the most serious, fatal reality; and at the same time dreamy.

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I think of Timár, I think of him with love. Something with warm friendship and a good feeling. He was the first person I trusted. One day he saw me, rudely addressed me, and it was as if something had happened to me. I have to think that this is the greatest, the rarest thing that can happen to a person: to feel trust in someone like this, without any reason. People live, one person next to another. Like the blind.

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You have to love someone - maybe that's too strong. (...) It is enough to find someone who is sympathetic, and at the same time the days feel more meaningful.

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It often happens that a relationship forged by love transforms into friendship, less often that a spark of love flashes from a long friendship.

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He took my hand and sat by my bed without saying a word. The touch of a human hand felt good. The pain subsided, and in the buzzing peace that greeted me, I calmly felt this human hand, which in the foreign world, in the misery that unexpectedly fell upon me, warned me without sentimentality that human compassion and help work even in the midst of all horrors. (...) That sad smile appeared on his face that I can't forget: as if he was smiling so sadly in his helplessness, as if he was admitting... that this is about the limit of his knowledge and willingness to help, this is all that a person can do for another person in the last need .

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The peculiarity of slander is that it can turn into reality by itself, even if it has no basis in reality.

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"Gyönyörde", the row of trees under whose leaves the heroes of Vörösmarty's story, the "Füred heart fishermen" walked after their chosen lady, the ruins of the Kisfaludy Theater, the footprints of Jókai and Blaháné in the forest: this is the purest Hungarian Biedermeier. But the landscape is also gentle, as if the patients who seek healing for their sick hearts under these trees, at this source, under this light blue sky, have tamed nature. The landscape has softened to the patients; he was a little pale and nobly limp, like all who have known death's first light, polite touch. Gentle landscape, inviting. This is what he says: take your time. Rest. Can you hear the rustling of the trees? They are saying something. One stops, listens to the noise, and at the same time understands that it was a shame to hurry.

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Is it possible to annihilate emotions with the help of reason?... To this, I answer unequivocally that no. But I can take solace in the fact that sometimes, in lucky cases, feelings can be tamed and can be atrophied.

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True words have some shaping and cleansing power.

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Emotions do not take place in the soul. They have a different career. But they also pass through the soul, like a flood in a flood plain.

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It is much more difficult to preserve something than to acquire or destroy it.

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Sexual hunger can be as shrill and cruel as stomach hunger.

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I went to church and prayed. God help! - I said. But God knows that only we can help ourselves.

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It is very difficult for a person to rest in hopelessness, in the fact that he is alone, deathly and hopelessly alone. Very few people can bear the knowledge that there is no solution to the loneliness of their lives. They hope, they hurry, they run away into human relationships, and they don't bring any real passion or devotion to these escape attempts, they run away into preoccupations, artificial tasks, they work a lot or travel according to plan, or they buy a big house, or they buy women with whom they have nothing to do, or they start collecting fans, precious stones, or rare insects... But all this does not help. (...) Therefore, above all, in their pain and confusion, they keep order. They put life in order around them in their every waking moment. They are constantly "arranging" something, a case file or a social gathering, or a shepherd's hour... Just not to be alone with yourself for a single moment! Don't see this loneliness for a single moment!

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A person stays silent for a lifetime about what was most important. Sometimes he dies listening to this. But sometimes there's a way to tell... and in that case you can't, you shouldn't listen any longer.

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It seems that there is a moment in life when you have to hit someone with all the consequences. And there is a moment when you have to hug someone with all the consequences.

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It is not true that a person is cleansed of suffering, becomes better, wiser and more understanding. The person becomes cold, initiated and indifferent. When a person, for the first time in his life, really understands destiny, he becomes almost calm. He is calm and so special, fearfully lonely in the world.

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I couldn't enjoy the world like this before. I had other things to do, I was paying attention to other things. I was paying attention to one person, I don't know how to care about the world. Then I lost the person and got a world instead.

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Perhaps this is the most difficult: not to be ashamed of our feelings.

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Thank you for being (...) patient and generous. And to you, because you covered my face with your hair when I failed and wanted to hide from the world, and to you, because your body warmed my body when I was cold in the loneliness of life.

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As long as a person has something to do on earth, he lives.

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Do not deny ambition, but mark its limits.

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It seems that everything in life happens according to the minute hand of some invisible clockwork: you can't "decide" a moment ahead, only when things and situations decide by themselves.

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Between people who once loved each other, there is and never can be real anger. It can be anger, a desire for revenge; but anger, that tenacious, calculating, waiting anger... no, that's impossible.

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Sometimes I already feel that a lot, maybe everything, depends on the words that a person says in time, or remains silent, or describes.

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At Christmas, people always believe a little in miracles, not only you and me, but the whole world, humanity, as they say, because that's why the holiday exists, because you can't live without miracles.

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Love is infinite and can wait.

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The Ideal is a pole star, a Greenwich platinum bar, to which we can adjust our desires and hopes, but it is useless in practical life.

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Only the butler consciously and deliberately creates a masterpiece. A true artist creates immortality even when he is assigned occasional work...

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What is Beauty? Where does it come from, what do we find on it? Nice hand? A look? A move? It's beyond that, I feel something far behind it. Something infinitely good and peaceful. What is beautiful about me? Nothing. Only those who are good with the world can be beautiful.

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There is always something encouraging about new things. In his old clothes, it is as if he irresistibly carries his old troubles and worries.

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Everyone has some ability. There are those who can feel the water in the ground. Or metals. Some people see through objects. There are people who can love another person. All secret. Ability. I have it too. Sometimes I cringe in front of people. I have to stop. I want to talk to them. Right away, without further ado, about the most essential. About what happens to them. I can always sense when a person is facing a crisis.

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Millions of beings live on earth, who are filled with joy of life in their whole body, in their whole being, when they say this word: love. And they begin to radiate with a blissful consciousness when they pronounce: God. I can pronounce both words, I feel nothing. I repeat it until my mouth gets tired and I start to cry. (...) Both words remain dark. There is no electricity in it. They don't even ignite when written down.

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This is the biggest secret. As a man goes bad. He stays alone. He speaks almost in a vacuum: his voice cannot be heard. They do not understand. He goes on roads like the others... and gets nowhere. Always around, always around you. There is something disturbing about it.

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Life is neither good nor bad; how is it It's like cheap literature: it smells like life.

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Our opponents can never be convinced of who and what we are like - it is more effective to wait with great consistency for the moment when our opponents reveal who and what they are like in reality.

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If only the world weren't so beautiful! The dawns! The water, the forest! The plants, the animals! And meanwhile, with all their misery, people wouldn't be so interesting!

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But why do I want to be carefree? By what right? I'm pregnant, so I'm human. So I am.

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A woman who truly loves someone gives a man a way for him to gift her with all his strength.

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It's not impossible. There is hardly an upper limit for man. There is only one thing that is impossible: for what is alive to live without desires.

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It is hideously difficult to know the truth about ourselves: about our nature, our inclinations, our desires. It's almost impossible. There is some deep, dense fog here, into which the ray of reason cannot shine.

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You don't just have to listen to the outside. Also inside, with our feelings. This is not easy.

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War is the greatest test and examination; everything that man has only vaguely suspected or thought he knew about himself and his fellow men is revealed; everything is shown in its most naked reality.

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Life is either dangerous or boring. Let's choose. A truly mature person is one who learns to be bored without being offended by this condition.

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Hopeless loves don't go away.

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Everything still hurts a lot now. Life will come and it will miraculously guide you through everything that you think is unbearable.

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There are men who are feminine and who need to be loved for that. But then there are other kinds of men who can only tolerate love, as it is.

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There was so much sadness, bewilderment, yes, despair in his face that I had to stop and look back. I watched and thought my heart would break. Maybe I've never loved like this moment.

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He attempted the most difficult thing a person can undertake in life. Do you know what he did? He wanted to neutralize feelings with reason.

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Communists are willing to sacrifice Communists at any moment if at this price they can save a great fraud and lie: Communism.

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A person always hates what is a fault in himself and what he cannot fix and ignore in himself.

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One day I realized I loved it. Why? I was interested in the question because it was stupid and, on top of that, unanswerable. I struggled to answer the question. This is how I answered: I love him... differently than the others, differently than everyone before him... There is something in him that is indescribably familiar to me. It's as if we were once together among snakes and Lucifers, a long time ago, in Paradise.

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Man sins not only by what he commits, but also by what he does not commit, because he is careless or indifferent.

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I'm not good. I'm selfish, I want to keep you, I want to get you back. There is only one way to do this: I will set you free. Go away from me, look for him in the world, which you think you did not find in this house. You are free. Only free people can know themselves and their true desires.

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Now I understood that I never felt at home in this environment, in the framework of the cool writing. I was looking for something, something I was missing forever... What? To breathe in my own world, my own air. I missed that and maybe that's why I traveled from here in these years whenever possible; always, for decades. Well, I've finally arrived, I thought. And I looked intently at the airy nothingness that remained.

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Most of the time, real, big undertakings in life are not heroic deeds, but games of patience.

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I wanted to say that Hungary can live and survive in the new Europe only by demanding quality; there is no way we can be mediocre. (...) But this country fears nothing as much as quality and true education, which is truly heroic.

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You must not look back, with that gaze, the meaning of which you cannot yet know, which is at the same time a call and a greeting, which sends a message, in the confusion and loneliness, as if at night, when everything is completely dark and hopeless, a light suddenly turns on somewhere. You don't yet know that looking is an act like movement.

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There is nothing as interesting, surprising, unpredictable as the process by which a person reveals his character traits.

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Truth is constant and unchanging, like the great laws of nature. But you, the person who believes in the truth and confesses it, are not permanent or unchanging. Even the weather can change your intentions, even the snowfall can divert you from the (...) path, even a woman can influence you: you are so changeable. What can you expect from yourself?... Proclaim the truth, but it doesn't hurt to smile sometimes.

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You have to say goodbye to youth cheerfully, with full lungs, with a roar of laughter, like someone who gets rid of an unreliable travel companion. That's what needs to be said. (...) It wasn't so good to be young. There was confusion, fog, longing, ignorance, false notions, even more false notions, desire and fear that we would be left behind in the great race. And when we held someone in our arms, how many misunderstandings! And the fear of missing the Other, who is more real! (...) No, you can say goodbye to youth without regrets. It was a feverish state, a touching and tender self-absorption.

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Love (...) is not only the bed and what and who belong to the bed, but also the moments of searching, waiting, and hoping that push two people towards each other.

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Man has a soul that can believe and fly, and this soul is immortal and sees the world as a wolf.

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Cleverness is not wisdom. Cleverness is a skill, nervous system and intellectual agility. Wisdom is truth, composure, forgiveness, objectivity, and consent.

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A person listens or talks about something not only with his mouth, but also with his soul.

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You don't live in situations, you live on the go.

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It is not important that you write down the beautiful and the true, it is more important that you get to know each other.

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One thing does not change: human nature. There is no morality, reasoning, or miracle that could truly and profoundly change human nature.

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See, smell the miracle, right where it is. It's always around. Most of the time, it is so close, so close at hand, that you can't even think of reaching out for it for the life of you.

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We have to educate our consciousness and our outlook so that we can see the unique, the wonderful and the visionary in the ordinary, the surrounding, the everyday.

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A man of sense, without special talent, can be of more use to the world than a man of talent without sense.

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You have to burn like a bonfire. Like someone who knows that they are going to be burned for something, and they can't or don't want to do anything about it. It is not enough to know the truth, it is not enough to write it down, it is not enough to say it bravely: you also have to burn for it.

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The content of life is the moments of great tension and creation, not the calendar period of existence.

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Everything must be carried out and accepted in turn: joy, sorrow, vocation, task, fall and death as well.

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Most hermits (...) know exactly the departure time of the trains, the trains that can take them back to the world!

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Everything human is hopeless. Only the divine is complete, only the soul is not hopeless.

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Experiences themselves do not have much educational power, as we can see everywhere in life: people, even with certain tragic experiences, make the same fatal mistakes, even if they know the consequences in advance.

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Seeing reality is a much more surprising and imaginative undertaking than building dream castles from clouds that crumble at the first whiff of reality.

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People are completely unpredictable. Even if you know a person for thirty years, you cannot predict how they will behave in success or in bad luck. You know a person's character, his everyday habits, his mind, his heart, his reflexes - the person remains wonderful and mysterious.

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You cannot expect that there is a single person in the world who will understand, understand and explain your words and actions exactly as you intended. Only you always know what you really wanted: the world only understands and sees so much of your intentions, which the mysterious, distorting mirror of the human mind perceives and reflects back.

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If your heart beats eighty at a willing rate, don't want to live like a marathon runner. We must constantly hear the secret morse signs of our body and character, these subtle and powerful messages that dictate the true measure of your life. Those whose senses have been dulled by ambition and passion will no longer hear the voices. Such a person's body and soul live against the rhythm of the world; he lives in a way that is not worthy of a human being, so he sins inhumanly.

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Love can only express itself in capital sentences. When love begins to explain itself, refutes or persuades, it is no longer love, but a human transaction and a sad fate.

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It's also not true that big pains are unbearable... What you can't bear are the small pains, they're not even pains, you can't even feel them separately, only the whole thing together.

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Beware of solitude, for there is that gentle and true solitude, which is an attitude towards men; and that's good. And there is the tragic thing, when the world starts to freeze around you, the roads that lead to people and humanity are covered by the ice. Then you get lost and have to freeze.

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I cannot believe that there are passions that smolder in the soul for a lifetime, with suffocated flame and smoke, like those underworld fires, like mine fires... Maybe there is this too; but I think life puts out such fires. Perhaps some passion is stronger than life, reason, time. Are you scorching everything, burning everything?

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You wanted the whole thing, not some installment. Your wish was not fulfilled. You failed. But lying on the ground and in the mud, a defeated warrior, stammer this: "At least I wanted it all, at least I wanted the real thing, at least this much, understand and forgive me."

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He who loves without humility puts a great burden on the shoulders of the other.

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And because you are a wanderer, every day you have to continue on the path that leads to your only goal, that is to know your soul (...). It's not easy. (...) You are a wanderer and you have to go further every day. You do not know how long you will live, and whether you will have time at all to reach the final goal of your journey, to get to know your soul (...)? Therefore, go on every day, with fast feet and poor. Because you are a wanderer.

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How many times in life have we heard this plea, this command, this desperate cry, as if it had been shouted from the gates of death, as if it had been lifted up to heaven from the pits of shame and destruction. "Love me!" As if someone, out of stinginess or with evil intent, refuses some kind of alms from a dying soul, as if we are really powerful, but we do not want to use our power, as if loving someone depends on some consideration or determination! "Love me!" As if a damned man were begging, "Save me!" As if a mortally wounded man were to cry out: "Help!" But since I want, I want to help... come on, a glass of water! Bring money! Come on, tenderness! Only you can give me the rest of what I need to love you.

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You have nothing to be ashamed of in life. Only cowardice is shameful, with which one cannot give or dare not accept feelings.

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Life arranges every situation perfectly if you want to create.

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He who does not attack, who only defends himself, is no longer alive, he just exists.

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Don't think that you are the stronger one. I'm the only one who's weaker.

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You don't need eyes to see what's yours.

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Passion lives and waits somewhere, it won't let go. And that's good. It is not true that your life and work are completely aimless. Life wants something more from you.

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You only get something from books if you can also give something to your reading. I mean, if you bring to them a soul that is willing to receive and give wounds in the duel of reading, willing to argue, convince and be convinced.

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Sin is not only what we do. It is also a sin to do what we want, but we are not strong enough.

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Man is the only living creature on earth who wants to know if there is a "meaning" to "being".

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The moments of bribery, the gentler life situations, the occasional softening should never make you forget, when you are facing a woman, that you are a warrior, whose skin and life the opponent wants. Fight chivalrously, but fight. If you sometimes meet with generosity, pay with generosity; if you receive tenderness, give back, without emotion, with tenderness what you have received; when you encounter passion, respond with unconditional passion. But never, for a single moment, forget that naked selfishness and vanity smolder at the bottom of every emotional encounter. He lies on the embers, who lies in a woman's bed. You can burn your skin there; he must save his human rank and honor. Listen and fight. Opponents stand around, with feathers in their hair and paint on their faces, like wild warriors.

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I'm missing exactly the person I want to write a letter to.

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It would be smarter to just live, enjoy and play. But what should I do if this desire, the desire to know and decipher, fills my life so hopelessly?