It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.

I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.

... he was one of those men who like to be observers at their own lives ... such people observe their destiny much as most people tend to observe a rainy day.

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say

You were dead.' She said. 'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.

We are full of words whose true meaning we haven't been taught, and one of those words is suffering. Another is the word death. We don't know what they mean, but we use them, and this is a mystery.

As you see, it is not that I don't know my own mind, I know it very well but only up to a certain point in the matter. I know perfectly well what the question is. It's the answer I want.

To die of yearning for something you will never experience

Definitive resolutions are made always and only in a state of mind that is not destined to last.

She had not really a sensitive soul, but to put it in exact terms, was possessed by an uncontrollable feeling of mind

When we can return to the roads of our past and see nothing but the beautiful view, then we've truly moved on.

People will always work harder if they're getting well paid and if they're afraid of losing a job which they know will be hard to equal. As is well known, if you pay peanuts, you get monkeys.

...in serving the best interests of children, we serve the best interests of all humanity.

We are all puppets in the hands of fate and seldom see the strings.

That you cannot have Christian principles without Christ is becoming increasingly clear, because their validity as principles depends on Christ's authority.

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

Don't bother explaining--I've heard all the excuses and the trouble is most of them are true.

When I was in kindergarten, it took me like three months to learn how to spell my own name. But that's also not saying much considering I'm a terrible speller.

The room where I am lodging is stupendous. Thank God I am as fit as a fiddle.

The enduring is something which must be accounted for. One cannot simply shrug it off.