In the past, we learned to cope with challenges ourselves. Today, a lot of people younger than me are not resistant to the vicissitudes and emotional challenges of life. If you’ve been told all your life that it’s the others who should spoil you and keep you free of problems, you’re probably a very sober person emotionally.
Idleness is the root of all art
I have a small walk-in closet, and it can easily turn into a recycling museum, so I’ve also learned to sort out. When you are as old as I am, it is very important not to get sloppy and wear boring clothes.
I am a bourgeois, but I am not a Left-woman. I was born a bourgeois, and I have always tried not to stand on a pedestal and say that I am a worker. That would be false talk. Nor during the many years when the red hirelings were around and held their noses at the thought of “Matador” and everything else I did. I’m not a peasant either. I was born a bourgeois, but that is why I can criticise the bourgeoisie and their shabby schemes, which I can easily see through.
An amazing breathlessness arises because we fill our lives with emptiness and Facebook. In a discussion about the empty calories of Facebook, someone close to me said with great seriousness: “I have 190 friends on Facebook.” Then I replied: “Yes, but hardly one of them will pick up your coffin the day you leave here.” Why not use the time for some fewer and real friends in the real world.
The ability to speak does not make you intelligent.
His shiny ice flashes like the sword of Athens in the setting French evening sun.
I want to tell people how to live spiritually. After you’ve bought all your houses and clothes, you want something bigger.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
When I was a child, ladies and gentlemen, I was a dreamer. I read comic books and I was the hero of the comic book. I saw movies and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I ever dreamed has come true a hundred times…I learned very early in life that: ‘Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain’t got a friend; without a song, the road would never bend – without a song.’ So I keep singing a song. Goodnight. Thank you.
A developed country is not a place where the poor have cars. This is where the rich use public transport.
When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.
If you live for weekends or vacations, your shit is broken.
The longer I stay at home, the more homeless I look.
In a rich man’s house, there is no place to spit in his face.
I won! I won! I don’t have to go to school anymore.
Lotto is a tax for stupid people. An extra tax.
I need ammunition, not a ride.
Wearing cheap clothes or driving an old car doesn’t make you broke. You got a family to feed not a community to impress.
When you get as old as I am and no longer have a husband or dog, and the children have long since left home, you can sit and get a little wiser by thinking. Then it’s time to edit your memories and start looking at your life again. First come the regrets, then come the wrongs you’ve done, mistakes you’ve made – and all the things you can sit and brood over if you’re already in a bad mood. But you can also understand people and contexts in a new way.
When you tear out a man’s tongue, you are not proving, him a liar: you’re only telling the world that you fear what he might say.
Life is like a game of chess. I don’t know how to play chess.
I thought I was stone rich, so I poured money out with both hands – and now I owe right and left.
I knew we had to drive on cobblestones, but I didn’t know they had thrown them down from a helicopter.
A man should only work 4 hours a day so he may have time to devote himself to the arts and sciences.