"Describe life as it is and in spite of what it is" these are words of Kafka and Dostoevsky, these have found love within melancholy as those who are capable of practising radical sincerity until their last breath..
Chapter Seventeen
“I’m sorry.” His face darkened with sincerity. “I know I didn’t have a right to talk about you like a trophy to be won from your father. And I’m sorry for warning Mr. Hobson to keep his son away from you.” He smiled tightly. “I would say I did that for your benefit, but really, I did it for me.” His eyes fell on my chest. “I don’t do well with competition.”
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It might seem that the reverse tactic would be to reveal everything about yourself, to be completely honest about your faults and virtues. This kind of sincerity was a quality Lord Byron had—he almost got a thrill out of disclosing all of his nasty, ugly qualities, even going so far, later on in his life, as to tell people about his incestuous involvements with his half sister. This kind of dangerous intimacy can be immensely seductive. The target will poeticize your vices, and your honesty about them; they will start to see more than is there. In other words, the idealization process is unavoidable. The only thing that cannot be idealized is mediocrity, but there is nothing seductive about mediocrity. There is no possible way to seduce without creating some kind of fantasy and poeticization.
Sayfa 284 - 12-Poeticize Your PresenceKitabı okudu
İnsan kendi samimiyetinin altını çizmeye çalıştı mı ister istemez üstünü de çiziyor.
When a person tries to underline their own sincerity, they inevitably end up highlighting their flaws as well.
Reflections and Maxims of Vauvenargues Luc de Clapiers, Marquis of Vauvenargues
“It demands great qualities of mind and heart to relish sincerity when it hurts us, or to employ it without causing offence. Few people have enough character to endure the truth, and to speak it.”
“The extremes of good and evil are beyond the power of ordinary minds to feel.”
“The thought of death betrays us, for it makes us forget to
Mohammad Esfahani - Tanha Mandam
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I'm Left Alone
I'm left alone, I'm left alone
I'm left alone with my heart
I'm left like an alas on lips
I didn't tell my secret to anyone