Цитаты из книги Полые люди

Любой художественный вымысел должен содержать в себе философию, и любой философский труд должен быть художественным произведением

плоха та критика, которая является ничем иным, как выражением эмоций

В прошлом году ты закопал в саду мертвеца. Дал ли он побеги? Будет ли нынче цвести?

Каждый в тюрьме своей думает о ключе Каждый тюрьму себе строит думами о ключе

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

Для того чтобы любое впечатление вообще сохранилось, его нужно постоянно подпитывать новыми впечатлениями, оно должно обрести свое место в системе впечатлений

Я покажу тебе нечто иное, Нежели тень твоя утром, что за тобою шагает, Или тень твоя вечером, что встает пред тобою; Я покажу тебе страх в горсти праха.

My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

In the effort to keep day and night together. It seems just possible that a poem might happen To a very young man: but a poem is not poetry-- That is a life.

War is not a life: it is a situation, One which may neither be ignored nor accepted, A problem to be met with ambush and stratagem, Enveloped or scattered.

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual reign?

The last temptation is the greatest treason To do the right deed for the wrong reason

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