Who knows what true loneliness is – not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
JOSEPH CONRADIt occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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I don’t like work but I like what is in work – the chance to find yourself. Your own reality – for yourself, not for others – which no other man can ever know.
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The human heart is vast enough to contain all the world.
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It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.
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It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation.
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I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine.
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Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.
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I slipped the book into my pocket. I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.
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He who wants to persuade should put his trust not in the right argument, but in the right word. The power of sound has always been greater than the power of sense.
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It’s only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.
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All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.
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We live as we dream – alone.
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A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.
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Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship’s wake.
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History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.
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He struggled with himself, too. I saw it — I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.
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