“I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.”

“I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.”

“Distance, daydreams, the love of solitude… the fear of pain, too, which says: the fear of true pleasure.”

Original — La distance, la rêverie, le goût pour la solitude. […] Sa peur de souffrir, qui veut dire aussi : peur de la jouissance.

“Outside the fair, in the valleys and woods, all was quiet. The sun had recently set, and the west heaven was hung with rosy cloud which seemed permanent, yet slowly changed. To watch it was like looking at some grand feat of stagery from a darkened auditorium. In presence of this scene after the other there was a natural instinct to abjure man as the blot on an otherwise kindly universe; till it was remembered that all terrestrial conditions were intermittent, and that mankind might some night be innocently sleeping when those quiet object were raging loud.”

“How long have you been holding those words in your head, hoping to use them?”

“Sometimes you just need to go off the grid and get your soul right.”

“Some people bloom and forget the ones who gave them spring.”

“i lose myself in dreams of the future and memories from the past; the present slips away, sand in my open hands”