That is why the relentlessly modernist and progressivist projects that the politicians feel obliged to offer us ("vote for us and things will get better!") have to be dressed up with the relentlessly postmodernist techniques of spin and hype: in the absence of real hope, all that is left is feelings. Persuasion will not work because we're never going to believe it. What we appear to need, and therefore what people give us, is entertainment.

Sometimes, I feel like one who is on the sidelines, who has missed life itself.

She married a man who soon left her; that man became a myth; and then that myth returned home and proved to be just a man after all.

Whatever you do in life, don't give up on your own dreams.

Desire in itself is empty, in other words it merely indicates direction, but never destination; destinations, in any case, always remain phantasmagoric and unclear; the closer we get to them, the more enigmatic they become. By no means is it possible to ever actually attain a given destination, nor, in so doing, appease desire.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!

Dreamers can find their way by moonlight and their only punishment is that they see the dawn before the rest of the world.

Though it tarries, wait for it." The proof that we have the vision is that we are reaching out for more than we have already grasped. It is a bad thing to be satisfied spiritually.

So she laughed to herself, saying, “After I am worn out and my master is old, will I now have this pleasure?”

One day Acsah came to Othniel and urged him to ask her father for a field. When she got off her donkey, Caleb asked her, “What do you desire?”

Sisera’s mother looked through the window; she peered through the lattice and lamented: ‘Why is his chariot so long in coming? What has delayed the clatter of his chariots?’

But to Hannah he would give a double portion, for he loved her even though the LORD had closed her womb.