To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.
JOSEPH CONRADFacing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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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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I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
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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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All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.
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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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We live as we dream – alone.
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What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it.
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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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Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.
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They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force–nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.
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But it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker – may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!
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A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.
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One must explore deep and believe the incredible to find the new particles of truth floating in an ocean of insignificance.
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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.
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Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.
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