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

There is nothing that can, in the dark become true

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.

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

As you see, it is not that I don't know my own mind, I know it very well but only up to a certain point in the matter. I know perfectly well what the question is. It's the answer I want.

She had not really a sensitive soul, but to put it in exact terms, was possessed by an uncontrollable feeling of mind

Reasons get forgotten.