Do you know the way a person looks at the sky in anticipation for catching sight of a shooting star to wish upon?
That is how he looked at her. She was his sky, his star and his desperately awaited wish.
I’ve never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.
I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.
— Robert Polito, excerpt from “Please Refrain from Talking During the Movie”
Yet you still value the things you’ve lost the most. Because the things you’ve lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating. Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.
Ich kann freilich nicht sagen, ob es besser werden wird wenn es anders wird; aber so viel kann ich sagen, es muß anders werden, wenn es gut werden soll.
Of course I cannot predict if things will improve when they are changing; but I can say that things have to change in order to improve.
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1724 – 1799), German mathematician, experimental physicist, aphorist, and anglophile
Stay inside your head long enough and you may get trapped there.
Our journey is not measured in how many miles we’ve traveled, it’s measured in how much we’ve changed.
I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.
Das Leben ist eine Fremdsprache. Alle Menschen sprechen es falsch aus.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis