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

This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.

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.

Do you have children? she asked. No. Why? The man answered that one had to have faith in the world to have children.

... 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.

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