Read the flight of your arrow if you want to know your future.
... 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.
Reasons get forgotten.
It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.
To die of yearning for something you will never experience
This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.