But when one believes in the reality of things, making them visible by artificial means is not quite the same as feeling that they are close at hand.
But when one believes in the reality of things, making them visible by artificial means is not quite the same as feeling that they are close at hand.
I was left alone there in the company of the orchids, roses and violets, which, like people waiting beside you who do not know you, preserved a silence which their individuality as living things made all the more striking, and warmed themselves in the heat of a glowing coal fire...
I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence...
No doubt very few people understand the purely subjective nature of the phenomenon that we call love, or how it creates, so to speak, a supplementary person, distinct from the person whom the world knows by the same name, a person most of whose constituent elements are derived from ourselves.
Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it.
Our desires interweave with one another; and in the confusion of existence, it is seldom that a joy is promptly paired with the desire that longed for it.
The bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.
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