Robert WalserThat is all very senseless, but this senselessness has a pretty mouth, and it smiles.
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The quote “That is all very senseless, but this senselessness has a pretty mouth, and it smiles” is one that causes you to ponder the weight of life. Life is not all senseless; it has meaning, even if the meaning is not immediately apparent. It’s true that life can sometimes seem like an endless cycle of death and rebirth, but the reason the cycle goes on is because of love. Love brings us back to our lives, despite what they may be like right now.
Source: Jakob Von Gunten
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