We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.
There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, "sketch" is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.Einmal ist keinmal...what happens but once, says the German adage, might as well not have happened at all. If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all.... - The Unbearable Lightness of Being; Milan Kundera"The great and saving lie - that our love for things is greater than our love for our love for things"
"They had never seen one another from afar. They had never known the deepest intimacy, that closeness attainable only with distance." - Jonothan Safran - Foer
soft, let me see your face once more
finding beauty in my sighs.
staring hard into auburn light
the yolky sun that breaks my eyes.
And I say it is you that found me in
the forest of my soul.
autumn is falling through the garnet glass
of your libertine lusts; voracious style.
so could you wrap your summertide passion
around my icebox inclined smile?
These vernal seasons, blackberry winters;
they all will someday fade into you.
snow me in and smother my disquiet
let the equinox divide the sky.
clear azure ahead, but rain will fall;
we'll do alright if we dance.
Satisfatictory storm clouds brew,
but they will all clear with you.