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There is no one, no matter how wise he is, who has not in his youth said things or done things that are so unpleasant to recall in later life that
he would expunge them entirely from his memory if that were possible.

The magic of all the paradises we have lost in our lives still hold us in a spell.

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.

The thirst for something other than what we have… to bring something new, even if it is worse, some emotion, some sorrow; when our sensibility, which happiness has silenced like an idle harp, wants to resonate under some hand, even a rough one, and even if it might be broken by it.

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the common bacillus.

Now there is one thing I can tell you: you will enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still had your mother you often thought of the days when you would have her no longer. Now you will often think of days past when you had her.

When you are used to this horrible thing that they will forever be cast into the past, then you will gently feel her revive, returning to take her place, her entire place, beside you. At the present time, this is not yet possible. Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power … that has broken you restores you a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you.

Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly
remember more and more.

These days,my destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing the familiar old things in new light.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favourite book.

And then there are all those cute and young innocent friends that we lost along the way,too young to die.

I still remember them.

Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we possess them. We glorify their lives only when we lose them again.

People who we love do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as
when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.

But,time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have of them.

Sometimes,a divine illumination comes to our rescue at the very moment when all seems lost; we have knocked at every door and they open on nothing until, at last, we stumble unconsciously against the only one through which we can enter the kingdom we have
sought in vain a hundred years – and it opens.

We believe that we can change the things around us in accordance with our desires—we believe it because otherwise we can see no favourable outcome. We do not think of the outcome which generally comes to pass and is also favourable: we do not succeed in changing things in accordance with our desires, but gradually our desires change. The situation that we hoped to change because it was intolerable becomes unimportant to us. We have failed to surmount the obstacle, as we were absolutely determined to do, but life has taken us round it, led us beyond it, and then if we turn round
to gaze into the distance of the past, we can barely see it, so imperceptible has it become.

People claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success. It is in ourselves that we should rather seek to find those fixed places, contemporaneous with different years.

All the paradises that we lost in our lives,still live in our hearts;when we sit still,they can still come back to life!

Just some random thoughts that came to my mind….©Profarms’ Random Thoughts®

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