When you get a good grade with little effort, at first, you think maybe you’re fooling yourself. But then you realize that these lessons were never going to yield anything but nothing. I mean when you’ve forgotten them.
Music is a strange thing, like that cold, strange liquid spreading through your entire body (dopamine), syncing with your mood. My ears are astonishingly familiar with certain sounds.
The shallowest ones are the deepest. Because they are real.
The best new thoughts come to me while studying. That is, when my brain is trying not to study.
What could be more boring than a child who is just about to experience something, for someone who is no longer a child?
Children imagine their future in the world of adults—they only imagine it. Imagination is more fascinating to them. Some think life is childhood, but life is just life.
What a decision! He finally gave up explaining his logic to others. What was inside him took a different shape outside.
Sometimes, when thoughts of the past come to his mind, a deep regret overwhelms him, and for a few moments, his world crumbles. A fugitive from the past—perhaps one day he will no longer fear it.
Make no mistake! We are not here by God’s will; we are merely the result of a few kids messing around.
That poor man never knows anything outside his mind. After all, he can only know. (Knowing itself is a limitation—a human trait.)
