Sometimes one feels suddenly doomed by fate.
The room had the rather sinister tedium which some bedrooms have, a sort of weary banality which is a reminder of death. A dressing table can be a terrible thing.
The trouble with people nowadays is they don't know how to do nothing.
The world is perhaps ultimately to be defined as a place of suffering. Man is a suffering animal, subject to ceaseless anxiety and pain and fear.
There was a shadowy light, not exactly twilight, but an uncertain vivid yet hazy illumination, wherein people walked like spirits, bathed in light and not revealed.
They really wanted to remain always in their own house and their own garden. There are such people.
Those who cry out the truth to an indifferent world too often weary, fall silent or come to doubt their own wit.
Those who occasion loss of dignity are hard to forgive.
To say we were 'in love', that vague weakened phrase, cannot express it. We loved each other, we lived in each other, through each other, by each other. We were each other. Why was it such pure unadul...
We shall meet, but as strangers. It is the end of an era. A whole part of my life is torn away.
You get so worked up and flowery! You sound as if you were quoting something all the time!
You see, I'm not mad, I suffer from depression. It's not like ordinary misery. It's like dying of boredom. It's .
You've obviously never been in love.I have actually. And . And—always—without hope—I've never had my love reciprocated ever.
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