... 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.

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

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

... 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.

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

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