People never think about words, they only feel them.
No single crisis shapes a generation; but a succession of events, each one bringing its shaping blows to bear.
And there is not anything in the world stronger than tenderness.
Many events seem to happen twice to me; even trifles, unimportant-seeming, recur, as if I were destined to live them again, time reconquered, but with added knowledge and a different outcome.
One should never condemn what one cannot understand.
It is the illusion of all lovers to think themselves unique and their words immortal.