“He knew that he’d known her for less than a week, but now that she was gone he was continually probing his feelings for her, the way he might probe a sore tooth with his tongue, engaging her in imaginary conversations, imagining her saying such delightful things.”
Robert Hellenga“He doesn't believe in talking too much about art, especially while you're looking at it. The pressure to appreciate is the great enemy of actual enjoyment. Most people don't know what they like because they feel obligated to like so many different things. They feel they're supposed to be overwhelmed, so instead of looking, they spend their time thinking up something to say, something intelligent, or at least clever.”
Robert Hellenga, The Sixteen Pleasures“Death was a lens that would reveal things as they really were: what was important would assume its true importance what was unimportant would recede into the shadows. ”
Robert Hellenga, The Sixteen Pleasures“Sometimes pain is God’s megaphone, his only way to get our attention.”
Robert Hellenga, Philosophy Made Simple“The only meaning our lives have is the meaning we give them.”
Robert Hellenga, Philosophy Made Simple“However far back you go you will find all experiences linked by slender threads.”
Robert Hellenga, Philosophy Made Simple“Sometimes it takes a little jolt to make us appreciate what we’ve got.”
Robert Hellenga, Philosophy Made Simple“Fussing over food was important. It gave a shape to the day: breakfast, lunch, dinner; beginning, middle, end.”
Robert Hellenga, Philosophy Made Simple“He knew that he’d known her for less than a week, but now that she was gone he was continually probing his feelings for her, the way he might probe a sore tooth with his tongue, engaging her in imaginary conversations, imagining her saying such delightful things.”
Robert Hellenga, Philosophy Made Simple“What to do with the past? There was so much of it.”
Robert Hellenga, Philosophy Made Simple