'Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is...'
'Education doesn't make you happy. And what is freedom? We don't become happy just because we are free, if we are. Or because we have been educated, if we have. But because education may be the means by which we realize we are happy. It opens our eyes, our ears. Tells us where delights are lurking. Convinces us that there is only one freedom of any importance whatsoever: that of the mind. And gives us the assurance, the confidence, to walk the path our mind, our educated mind, offers...'
'Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream...'
'The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart...'
'Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference...'
'The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak. You dedicate yourself passionately to something, to a project, to people, to a family, you think of nothing else for weeks and months, then suddenly it's over, it's perpetual destruction, perpetual divorce, perpetual adieu. It's like éternel retour, it's a koan. It's like falling in love and being smashed over and over again.’ 'You do, then fall in love.' 'Only with fictions, I love players, but actors are so ephemeral. And then there’s waiting for the perfect part, and being offered it the day after you've committed yourself to something utterly rotten. The remorse, and the envy and the jealousy. An old actor told me if I wanted to stay in the trade I had better kill off envy and jealousy at the start...'
'We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality,' says Iris Murdoch. 'But given the state of the world, is it wise?'
Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert..
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day..
I'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking..
Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And oh it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way..
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone..
And there ain't nothin' short of dyin' As half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornings coming down..
In the park, I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl who he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs that they were singing..
Then I headed down the streets And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday..
On a Sunday morning sidewalk Oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That'll make a body feel alone..
And there ain't nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' down...
In Greek mythology, Iris is the personification of the rainbow and messenger of the gods. She is also known as one of the goddesses of the sea and the sky. Iris links the gods to humanity. She travels with the speed of wind from one end of the world to the other, and into the depths of the sea and the underworld…
Czesław Niemen (Polish pronunciation: [t͡ʂɛswaf ɲemɛn]; February 16, 1939 – January 17, 2004), real name Czesław Juliusz Wydrzycki, was one of the most important and original Polish singer-songwriters and rock balladeers ever...
I am a man who walks alone And when I'm walking a dark road At night or strolling through the park...
When the light begins to change I sometimes feel a little strange A little anxious when it's dark...
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there...
Have you run your fingers down the wall And have you felt your neck skin crawl When you're searching for the light? Sometimes when you're scared to take a look At the corner of the room You've sensed that something's watching you...
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there...
Have you ever been alone at night Thought you heard footsteps behind And turned around and no one's there? And as you quicken up your pace You find it hard to look again Because you're sure there's someone there...
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there...
Watching horror films the night before Debating witches and folklores The unknown troubles on your mind Maybe your mind is playing tricks You sense, and suddenly eyes fix On dancing shadows from behind...
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there...
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there...
When I'm walking a dark road I am a man who walks alone...
Progeria (pronunciation: /proʊˈdʒɪəriə/) (Hutchinson-Gilford progeria syndrome, HGPS, Progeria syndrome) is an extremely rare genetic disease wherein symptoms resembling aspects of aging are manifested at a very early age. Progeria is one of several progeroid syndromes. The word progeria comes from the Greek words "pro" (πρό), meaning "before" or "premature", and "gēras" (γῆρας), meaning "old age". The disorder has a very low incidence rate, occurring in an estimated 1 per 8 million live births. Those born with progeria typically live to their mid teens to early twenties. It is a genetic condition that occurs as a new mutation, and is rarely inherited, as patients usually do not live to reproduce. Although the term progeria applies strictly speaking to all diseases characterized by premature aging symptoms, and is often used as such, it is often applied specifically in reference to Hutchinson-Gilford progeria syndrome (HGPS).
Scientists are particularly interested in progeria because it might reveal clues about the normal process of aging. Progeria was first described in 1886 by Jonathan Hutchinson. It was also described independently in 1897 by Hastings Gilford. The condition was later named Hutchinson-Gilford progeria syndrome...
