Alors comme tous les autres, il avait laissé disparaître Samilia. Et comme tous les autres, il en portait le remords. Car il sentait que cette femme était sacrée. Sacrée par ce qu’elle avait traversé. Sacré parce que tous, un à un, sans même s’en apercevoir, l’avaient sacrifiée.
—  Laurent Gaudé, La mort du roi Tsongor. 

“If you could only use one word to describe me,” she said, “what would it be?”

He thought for a moment, and opened his mouth to give his answer.

“Selfish.”

“Selfish?” She raised her brows in obvious surprise. “Why?”

“Because you won’t allow anyone to share the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“Especially when it is pain,” he continued,

“You just keep it all to yourself.”

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #123 // Let me bear all of your pain and burdens with you