There is nothing that can, in the dark become true
... 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.
Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say
It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.
To die of yearning for something you will never experience
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.