Ismail Kadare Quotes

Christ, how did you ever get this screwed up! his mind demanded of him. He knew the answer, but even that was not a full explanation. Different segments of the organism called John Terrance Kelly knew different parts of the whole story, but somehow they'd never all come together, leaving the separate fragments of what had ...once been a tough, smart, decisive and to blunder about in confusion - and despair! There was a happy thought.

I longed to be bright and most certainly never was. I was rather hopeless, I suspect.

No matter where you're going it's the wrong place.

I should just put it bluntly, because we're all sort of friends here now - it's exceedingly likely that my greatest success is behind me. Oh, so Jesus, what a thought! You know that's the kind of thought that could lead a person to start drinking gin at nine o'clock in the morning, and I don't want to go there.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

I'm a hopeless mother; a hopeless wife; I have to try harder. I'm just a pathetic case history, really.

Here's a secret: Everyone, if they live long enough, will lose their way at some point. You will lose your way; you will wake up one morning and find yourself lost. This is a hard, simple truth.

Why was I feeling this way? Why was everything so bad in my life? I had no answers to these questions.

What finally convinced me to go ahead was simply that I was so unhappy not going ahead.

If you're unhappy with the way you played, what's the point?

The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach

Today the earth is populated with billions of people desperately hoping to “get somewhere,” but having no idea of where they’re going.

I was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul.

Now you've given them hope, and they're unhappy. So the blame is all yours.

To live as I incline, or not to live at all: so do I wish; so wisheth also the holiest. But alas! how have I still - inclination? Have I-still a goal? A haven towards which MY sail is set?A good wind? Ah, he only who knoweth WHITHER he saileth, knoweth what wind is good, and a fair wind for him.What still remaineth to me? A heart weary and flippant; and unstable will; fluttering wings; a broken backbone.This seeking for MY home: O Zarathustra, dost thou know that this seeking hath been MY home-sickening; it eateth me up.

I feel kind of depressed today... Do you ever have the feeling that life has passed you by? Worse than that... Sometimes I think life and I are going in opposite directions!

It is no longer clear which way is up even if one wants to rise.

Can it be that I have overlooked something, that there is something which I have failed to understand? Is it not possible that this state of despair is common to everyone?

The search for happiness ... always ends in the ghastly sense of the bottomless nothingness into which you will inevitably fall if you strain any further.

It was hopeless, life, really. It was set up all wrong.

Of all the bitter and heavy things in this sorry old world, the not being necessary is the bitterest and heaviest.

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me.

I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.