Read the flight of your arrow if you want to know your future.
You were dead.' She said. 'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.
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.
This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.
It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.
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.