Absurdist Quote by Wolfgang Borchert Download Open image ““Rums, wie die Fliege”” — Wolfgang Borchert ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Absurdist
“Be silent, and sit down, for you are drunk, and this is the edge of the roof. —RUMI” — Robert V.S. Redick Copy Share Image
“and I lived on rum, I tell you. It’s been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me; and if I’m not to… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“With the taste of rum in my mouth and the sting of remembrance in my heart, I set my sights on the man who… — Kelsey Sutton Copy Share Image
“Rumi tells us that moment we accept what troubles we’ve been given, the door will open.” — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
People who stand near the water in the darkness are either lovers or poets. Or else ... one of that great gray number who've… — Wolfgang Borchert Copy Share Image
I've got a deep dark suspicion that pretty soon we should start looking around for another planet for ourselves. — Wolfgang Borchert Copy Share Image
A man dies ... only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when… — Wolfgang Borchert Copy Share Image
“Then she saw him stop and wipe his brow with his handkerchief. Once, twice. And then once again. But she did not see the… — Wolfgang Borchert Copy Share Image
“You. Man at the machine and man in the workshop. If tomorrow they tell you you are to make no more water-pipes and saucepans… — Wolfgang Borchert Copy Share Image
“Long before the Theater of the Absurd, Woolrich discovered that an incomprehensible universe is best reflected in an incomprehensible story. ("Introduction")” — Francis M. Nevins Copy Share Image
“He tapped into the Zen of ignorance, the enlightenment of absurdity.” — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“Like the playwrights of the Absurd, Woolrich recognized that a senseless story best mirrors a senseless existence.” — Francis M. Nevins Jr Copy Share Image
“Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
