A quote by Mahmoud Darwish

How tragic it is that we so often keep our gratitude to ourselves, speaking it aloud only when the person to whom we feel indebted is no longer here, and we are comforting his or her mourners.

I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.

People change and forget to tell each other. —Lillian Hellman2

Longtemps, je n'ai pas été là. Et, plus longtemps encore, je ne serai plus là.