To die of yearning for something you will never experience

... he was one of those men who like to be observers at their own lives ... such people observe their destiny much as most people tend to observe a rainy day.

The last light, in the last window, went out. Only the unstoppable machine of the sea still tears away at the silence with the cyclical explosion of nocturnal waves, distant memories of sleepwalking storms and the shipwrecks of dream.

As eight years before, he was leaving ... to rewrite his destiny in orderly fashion.

I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.

It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say