What can and doesn't have to be always, at the end, surrenders to something that has to be.

Between the fear that something would happen and the hope that still it wouldn't, there is much more space than one thinks. On that narrow, hard, bare and dark space a lot of us spend their lives.

Forgetfulness heals everything and song is the most beautiful manner of forgetting, for in song man feels only what he loves.

They looked at the paper and saw nothing in those curving lines, but they knew and understood everything, for their geography was in their blood and they felt biologically their picture of the world.

Sadness is also a kind of defence.

It seems to me, that if people only knew how hard it was for me to endure life, they would find it easier to forgive me for all the wrong things I’ve done and all the good things that I have failed to do. And they would still find a little compassion within them to pity me.

What doesn't hurt - is not life; what doesn't pass - is not happiness.