It is a curious thing, but as one travels the world getting older and older, it appears that happiness is easier to get used to than despair …

It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.

– Lemony Snicket –

Ph : Max Dupain

Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad … only do not leave me in this abyss,

where I cannot find you …

I can not live without my life …

I can not live without my soul.

– Emily Brontë – Wuthering Heights

Ph : Liliroze

let it go – the smashed word

broken open vow or

the oath cracked length wise …

let them go – the truthful liars

and the false fair friends

let all go – the big small middling …

and all things

– let all go dear

so comes love

– E.E. Cummings –

Will it ultimately reach the clear surface of my consciousness, this memory, this old, dead moment which the magnetism of an identical moment has travelled so far to importune, to disturb, to raise up out of the very depths of my being? I cannot tell. Now that I feel nothing, it has stopped, has perhaps gone down again into its darkness, from which who can say whether it will ever rise?

– Marcel Proust –

In the years afterward, I fled whenever somebody began to understand me. That has subsided. But one thing remained: I don’t want anybody to understand me completely. I want to go through life unknown. The blindness of others is my safety and my freedom.

– Pascal Mercier – Night Train to Lisbon

But when we set out to understand somebody’s inside? Is that a trip that ever ends? Is the soul a place of facts? Or are the alleged facts only the deceptive shadows of our stories?

– Pascal Mercier – Night Train to Lisbon