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)

Recipe to get better. Repeat these three sentences often: happiness does not exist. Love is impossible. Nothing is serious.

– Beigbeder’s Frédéric – the Love of Three Years ic – the Love of Three Years

My life is a disaster, but nobody sees it because I am very polite: I smile all the time. I smile because I think that if we hide its suffering it disappears. And in a sense, it is true: it is invisible, therefore it does not exist, since we live in the world of the visible, the verifiable, the material. My grief is not material; it is obscured. I am a Holocaust denier of myself

– Frédéric Beigbeder –

Being alone has become a shameful disease. Why does everybody flee from solitude? Because it forces you to think.

Nowadays, Descartes would no longer write: “I think so I am.” He would say, “I am alone so I think.” No one wants solitude because it leaves too much time to reflect. The more one thinks, the more intelligent one is, the more sad one is.

– Frédéric Beigbe Being alone has become a shameful disease. Why does everybody flee from solitude? Because it forces you to think.

Nowadays, Descartes would no longer write: “I think so I am.” He would say, “I am alone so I think.” No one wants solitude because it leaves too much time to reflect. The more one thinks, the more intelligent one is, the more sad one is.

– Frédéric Beigbeder –

There is only one question that constantly chills me and summarizes my whole existence:

What is worse: making love without loving, or loving without making love?

– Frédéric Beigbeder – L’amour durre trois ans

Four seasons in one day

Lying in the depths of your imagination

Worlds above and worlds below

The sun shines on the black clouds hanging over the domain

Even when you’re feeling warm

The temperature could drop away

Like four seasons in one day

Smiling as the shit comes down

You can tell a man from what he has to say

Everything gets turned around

And I will risk my neck again, again

You can take me where you will

Up the creek and through the mill

Like all the things you can’t explain

Four seasons in one day

Blood dries up

Like rain, like rain

Fills my cup

Like four seasons in one day

It doesn’t pay to make predictions

Sleeping on an unmade bed

Finding out wherever there is comfort there is pain

Only one step away

Like four seasons in one day …

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Crowded house – Four seasons in one day