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

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

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

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.

... 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.

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.