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We participate in tragedy. At comedy we only look.
~ Aldous Huxley
And to think, Will Farnaby commented, to think that people complain about modern life having no meaning! Look at what life was like when it did have a meaning. A tale told by an idiot or a tale told by a Calvinist? Give me the idiot every time.
~ Aldous Huxley
Las prímulas y los paisajes, explicó, tienen un grave defecto: son gratuitos. El amor a la Naturaleza no da quehacer a las fábricas.
~ Aldous Huxley
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations of misery.
~ Aldous Huxley
Dualism…Without it there can hardly be good literature. With it, there most certainly can be no good life.
~ Aldous Huxley
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery.
~ Aldous Huxley
She would have laughed if she haven't been at the point of crying.
~ Aldous Huxley
Lordul Edward È™i fratele s?u luau aer în parcul Gattenden. Lordul Edward lua aer plimbîndu-se. Al cincilea marchiz lua aer într-un fotoliu pe rotile, tras de un m?gar mare, cenuÈ™iu. Marchizul era infirm. "Asta nu împiedic?, din fericire, s?-mi umble mintea", îi pl?cea lui s? spun?. Mintea îi umblase haotic, de colo-colo, toat? viaÈ›a. M?garul cenuÈ™iu mergea încet, foarte încet.
~ Aldous Huxley
La actual felicidad siempre parece muy menguada en comparación de las compensaciones que brinda la miseria. (...) La felicidad nunca es grandiosa.
~ Aldous Huxley
The more I think of it, there is something futile, mediocre, even (I am tempted to say) foppish about speech. By contrast, how the gravity of Nature and her silence startle you, when you stand face to face with her, undistracted, before a barren ridge or in the desolation of the ancient hills.
~ Aldous Huxley
the sadness at the corners of the unsmiling crimson mouth
~ Aldous Huxley
La felicidad siempre aparece escuálida en comparación con las compensaciones que ofrece la desdicha. Y, naturalmente, la estabilidad no es, ni con mucho, tan espectacular como la inestabilidad.
~ Aldous Huxley
A word only stands for the ways in which things or happenings of the same general kind are like one another. That's why the word is public. And, being public, it can't possibly stand for the ways in which happenings of the same general kind are unlike one another.
~ Aldous Huxley
Tras aquellas semanas de ocio en Londres, durante las cuales, cuando deseaba algo le bastaba pulsar un botón o girar una manija, fue para él una delicia hacer algo que exigía habilidad y paciencia.
~ Aldous Huxley
Still, if one has to suffer in order to be beautiful, one must also expect to be ugly in order not to suffer.
~ Aldous Huxley
Nature is as incomprehensibly appalling as it is lovely and bountiful.
~ Aldous Huxley
A red rose absorbs all colors but red; red is therefore the one color that it is not.
~ Aleister Crowley
Her cheeks were bright with a soft vermilion of the pomegranate mingling with the whiteness of the lily.
~ Aleister Crowley
No cree usted que el dolor es cien veces más intolerable cuando nos rodea el amor y el triunfo, cuando la sangre es joven, y todo a nuestro alrededor se viste de rosas?
~ Alejandro Casona
No hay felicidad o infelicidad en este mundo; solo hay comparación de un estado con otro. Solo un hombre que ha sentido la máxima desesperación es capaz de sentir la máxima felicidad. Es necesario haber deseado morir para saber lo bueno que es vivir.
~ Alejandro Dumas
It is a well-known fact that kings and clowns frequently call each other cousin.
~ Aleksandr Kuprin
Demoni. Angeli andati a male. Però bellissimi.
~ Alessandro Baricco
Devo comunicarvi una cosa molto importante, monsieur. Facciamo tutti schifo. Siamo tutti meravigliosi, e facciamo tutti schifo.
~ Alessandro Baricco
Quel che aveva pensato Jasper Gwyn era che quella ragazza era perfetta. Aveva in mente come la bellezza irrimediabile del suo viso suggerisse un desiderio che poi il suo corpo smentiva, con fare placido e lento, perfetto. Era veleno e antidoto - lo era in modo dolce ed enigmatico. jasper Gwyn non l'aveva incontrata una sola volta senza sentire l'infantile desiderio di toccarla, appena: ma come avrebbe potuto desiderare di posare le dita su un insetto lucente, o su un vetro coperto di vapore.
~ Alessandro Baricco