Never have I been able to settle in life. Always seated askew, as if on the arm of a chair; ready to get up, to leave.
Andre GideWhat would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.
Andre GideNever have I been able to settle in life. Always seated askew, as if on the arm of a chair; ready to get up, to leave.
Andre GideWhat would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.
Andre Gide