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

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.

We are full of words whose true meaning we haven't been taught, and one of those words is suffering. Another is the word death. We don't know what they mean, but we use them, and this is a mystery.

You were dead.' She said. 'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.

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

Definitive resolutions are made always and only in a state of mind that is not destined to last.

Reasons get forgotten.