A good friend stands in harm's way for you the second you ask--but a great friend does it without being asked at all.
We both saw something we liked, a willingness to have no walls, or maybe just an unwillingness to keep them standing.
I'd begun to realize that there was an unspoken predjudice among book-learned people, a secret conviction they all seemed to share, that life as we know it is an imperfect vision of reality, and that...
Like all things in the universe, we are destined from birth to diverge. Time is simply the yardstick of our separation. If we are particles in a sea of distance, exploded from an original whole, then...
Love lost is a special kind of failure, I think. It's a reminder that some consummations, no matter how devoutly wished for, never come; that some apes will never be men, not in all the world's ages.
So ended the formative period in [his] life, the single year that set in motion all the clockwork of his future identity. Thinking back on it, I wonder if it isn't the same for all of us. Adulthood is...
That was the recipe of our relationship, I think. We gave each other what we never expected to find.
The adventure of our first days together gradually blossomed into something else: a feeling I'd never had, which I can only compare to the sensation of returning home, of joining a balance that needs...
The two hardest things to contemplate in life (...) are failure and age, and those are one and the same.
Time passed, worlds diverged.