Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.
Muriel BarberyAs far as I can see, only psychoanalysis can compete with Christians in their love of drawn-out suffering.
Muriel BarberyThe real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.
Muriel BarberyJust as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person's soul something like endless breathing.
Muriel Barbery