Sublime

“Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him,” his heart said. “We, people’s hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out

“One day, I saw the sun set forty-three times!”

the novelist Antoine de Saint-Exupéry said: “What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.”

Old friends cannot be created out of hand. Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak.

“Death lies heavy upon one who, known exceedingly well by all, dies unknown to himself.” —SENECA, THYESTES, 400

Asteroid B 612.

Elle appuyait son front à cette épaule et Bernis crut que Geneviève, tout entière, trouvait là son refuge. Sans doute le croyait-elle aussi. Sans doute ne savaient-ils pas que l’on aventure, sous la caresse, bien peu de soi-même.

“Marcus, do you know what is the only way to know how much you love someone?” “No.” “By losing them.