Agree Quotes (page 8)
It's a mystery to me. We have a greed with which we have agreed. You think you have to want more than you need. Until you have it all you won't be free. When you want more than you have. You think you need. And when you think more than you want. Your thoughts begin to bleed. I think I need to find a bigger place'Cause when you have more than you think. You need more space. Society, you're a crazy breed. I hope you're not lonely without me. Society, crazy and deep. I hope you're not lonely...
Eddie Vedder
I suspect gentlemen, that you're regarding me with pity; you keep repeating to me that an enlightened and cultured man -- such as, in short, as the man of the future will be -- cannot knowingly desire anything unprofitable for himself -- that that's mathematics. I agree totally that it really is mathematics. But I repeat to you for the hundredth time: there is only one case, only one, when a man can intentionally and consciously desire for himself even what is harmful and stupid, even what is...
Fyodor Dostoevsky
[T]his is really the only thing: just to sit quietly, like this. They understand of course, they agree, they may even feel it so too, but only with words, only with words, yes that is it - they feel it, but always with only half of themselves, the rest of their being taken up by with other things, they are so divided in themselves that none feels it with his whole essence;
Erich Maria Remarque
He looks pretty broken up about the fact he won't see me tonight."Absolutely crushed," Sarah agreed with a nod."We were supposed to rent a movie together, you know."Sarah shrugged. "It must be terrible to be forgotten so easily."Miles laughed. He was smitten about her, no doubt about it.
Nicholas Sparks
We did meet forty years ago. At that time we were both influenced by Whitman and I said, jokingly in part, 'I don't think anything can be done in Spanish, do you?' Neruda agreed, but we decided it was too late for us to write our verse in English. We'd have to make the best of a second-rate literature.
Jorge Luis Borges