If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learned how to live Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Demasiada cordura puede ser la peor de las locuras, ver la vida como es y no como debería de ser.Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Doing the best at this moment puts you in the best place for the mext moment Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Contrary to what you may assume, I am not a pessimist but an indifferentist- that is, I don't make the mistake of thinking that the... cosmos... gives a damn one way or the other about the especial wants and ultimate welfare of mosquitoes, rats, lice, dogs, men, horses, pterodactyls, trees, fungi, dodos, or other forms of biological energy. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
There's no benchmark for how life's "supposed" to happen. There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, it's up to you how you respond to it. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
People don’t like to think, if one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Our individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures it and rides it in, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life's bittersweet route. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still;So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest. Jun 16, 2024 - Fabian Biese>