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In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.
And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?
If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all.
he was enjoying the sweet lightness of being.
For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.
(The crew of her soul rushed up to the deck of her body.)
Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.
Not until later did she understand that the word “woman,” on which he had placed such uncommon emphasis, did not, in his eyes, signify one of the two human sexes; it represented a value. Not every woman was worthy of being called a woman.
