
The best room in the house is often
the one you can see the furthest
I wonder what that is about

The best room in the house is often
the one you can see the furthest
I wonder what that is about

Last night somewhere somewhere in my dreams I stood on dry land a pier underwater I was waiting for the boat it seems without doors only when I turned around did I see the door open

I saw this house that is no longer a house it has a roof that is no longer a roof the windows are shut boarded up from inside the door still opens but only from outside

238 The striving for charm. – If a strong nature is not inclined to cruelty and is not always occupied with itself, it involuntarily strives after charm – this is its characteristic sign. Weak characters, on the other hand, love harsh judgments-they ally themselves with the heroes of misanthropy, with the religious or philosophical blackeners of existence, or withdraw behind stern customs and demanding ‘life-tasks’: thus they try to create for themselves a character and a kind of strength. And this they likewise do involuntarily.

Though pictures catch only a moment they can catch you who you really are or at least who you think you are

The bridge home over a fjord seen from the waterside it moves me even more after all these years to the other side

Stupidity is man's downfall and its savior

I found this house dreaming inside standing on a slope on the same hill where I grew up I walked towards curious to find an empty barn wondering what all of this meant I walked on searching for what I hoped was still my old house

From the bridge that I am crossing I look forwards not realizing that I look back

We are good in measuring things
but bad in remembering
what we have measured

278 – Wanderer, who are you? I watch you go on your way, without scorn, without love, with impenetrable eyes – damp and downhearted, like a plumb line that returns unsatisfied from every depth back into the light (what was it looking for down there?), with a breast that does not sigh, with lips that hide their disgust,with a hand that only grips slowly:who are you? What have you done? Take a rest here, this spot is hospitable to everyone, – relax! And whoever you may be: what would you like now? What do you find relaxing? Just name it: I’ll give you whatever I have! – “Relaxing? Relaxing? How inquisitive you are! What are you saying! But please, give me – –” What? What? Just say it! – “Another mask! A second mask!” …

If you are lucky you might stand still and look at the world for a long time after your summer

Each part of you tells me how you feel except your mind

Do you remember all the windows
you looked through
in your life?

Maybe my other hand
is not the dirty hand I deal

At night in my dream I glow underwater feeling the world an adventure but all along the morning holds me tight waking me up in a sudden pull I only remember the goodbye