Recette pour aller mieux. Répéter souvent ces trois phrases: le bonheur n’existe pas. L’amour est impossible. Rien n’est grave.

– Beigbeder’s Frédéric – the L’Amour dure Trois ANS (Marronnier’s Marc, # 3)

Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!

– Emily Brontë – Wuthering Heights

Ph : Ilona Olkonen

I’ve learned that in order to be happy, you first have to have been extremely depressed. Until you have learned to suffer, happiness will never endure. The love that lasts just three years is the love that has neither scaled mountains nor lingered in the depths of despair, but the kind of love that is handed to you on a plate. Love only lasts if everyone involved knows what it costs, and it’s best to pay in advance, or else you might find yourself having to settle the bill later on. We were not prepared for happiness, because we were not yet used to misery. We had grown up in the religion of comfort. You first have to know who you are and who you love. You have to be a finished person to live an unfinished story.

– Beigbeder’s Frédéric – the L’Amour dure Trois ANS

Ph : Joanna Pallaris