Madonna in a Fur Coat
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Life is a game that is only played once, and I lost. There is no second chance.
Just as warm sunlight can, by passing through a lens, turn to fire, so too can love. It's wrong to see it as something that swoops in from the outside. It's because it arises from the feelings we carry inside us that it strikes with such violence, at the moment we least expect
But what I hate most is women always having to be passive … Why? Why are we always the ones running away and you are the ones chasing after us? Why is it always that we surrender and you take the spoils? Why is it that even in the way you beg, there is dominance, and pity in the way we refuse?
The logic in our minds had always been at odds with the logic of life itself
Some things we never know we need until we find them.
What do they live for? What do they find in life? What logic compels them to keep breathing? What philosophy drives them, as they wander the earth?
The more I needed my friends, the more I longed to run away.
It is, perhaps, easier to dismiss a man whose face gives no indication of an inner life. And what a pity that is: a dash of curiosity is all it takes to stumble upon treasures we never expected. Tha
Some things we never know we need until we find them. And now, when I looked back on my life, it seemed empty and idle, if only because she’d not been in it.
All my life, I’d shied away from human company, never sharing my thoughts with a soul. How pointless this seemed now, and how absurd!
I’d thought that it was life itself that had ground me down – that my sadness stemmed from spiritual malaise. After spending two hours with a book, and finding it more pleasurable than two years of real life, I’d remember again that life had no meaning, and sink back into despair.
The road we embark on the day we are born is the road we travel until the day we die, and however we choose to divide it up, it's pure artifice
The pain of losing something precious - be it happiness or material wealth – can be forgotten over time. But our missed opportunities never leave us, and every time they come back to haunt us, we ache. Or perhaps what haunts us is that nagging thought that things might have turned out differently. Because without that thought, we would put it down to fate and accept it
