— 王小波 思想小品
— 王小波 思想小品
“What if it's the there
and not the here that I long for?
The wander and not the wait
the magic in the lost feet，
stumbling down the faraway street
and the way the moon
never hangs quite the same.”
― Tyler Knott Gregson, Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series.
“Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence.
“It was toward midnight on a soft quiet evening in April. The sky was the color of a blue swamp iris, the moon clear and bright. The crops that spring promised well and in the past weeks the mill had run a night shift. Down by the creek the square brick factory was yellow with light, and there was the faint, steady hum of the looms. It was such a night when it is good to hear from faraway, across the dark fields, the slow song of a Negro on his way to make love. Or when it is pleasant to sit quietly and pick a guitar, or simply to rest alone and think of nothing at all.”
― Carson Mccullers, The Ballad of the Sad Cafe and Other Stories.
“One of the biggest disadvantages of being grown up is seeing the time rush by faster.”
― Pawan Mishra, Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy.
“Have you ever noticed how as an adult, all the bright colors go out of your life? Now that I’m not a kid anymore, things always look gray, like a clothesline draped with laundry that’s been washed too many times and left to stand in the wind. I guess that’s what growing up is… it’s a fading photograph.”
― Rebecca McNutt, Smog City.