Someone I loved very much said once to me there is no parallel universe; there is no 'what could have been if only!' How I wish there was.
“I wish,” he whispered, “everything could just stay the same.”
“Nothing can.”
“I can.”
“No,” she said. “Dusk, we’re each a new person every day. The world changes, and is new each day, and we must change with it. That’s the blessing the gods give us. The blessing to be able to become someone new.”
The point i wish to emphasize here is that sadism is not identical with destructiveness, although it is to a great extend blended with it. The destructive person wants to destroy the object, that is, to do away with it and to get rid of it. The sadist wants to dominate his object and therefore suffers a loss if his object disappears.
'Oh! Yes - I understand you perfectly.'
'I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen through I am afraid is pitiful.'
When fate wronged me, I had not the wisdom to remain calm. I became desperate and depressed. I wish I had been able to contain my feelings.
Never once had he blown out his birthday candles or glimpsed a star arcing across the night sky without wringing the words through his mind: I wish I was thin.
