Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].

And yet and yet - the last secret of the tree of codes is that nothing can ever reach a definite conclusion. Nowhere as much as there do we feel possibilities shaken by the nearness of realization. The atmosphere becomes possibilities and we shall wander and make a thousand mistakes. We shall wander along yet not be able to understand.

I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything

We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?

The books could be completely worthless, and things we don't even read now could be considered the most important books.

I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.