As the sap rises in the trees

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense,… of being out, out, far out to sea and alone.

We have art in order not to die of the truth.

Nothing that you do will ever feel good if you let people convince you that you have no choice.

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.

If you know yourself, you’ll not be harmed by what is said about you.