Do you lie awake at night to come up with all you witty replies for the following day?
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, they danced by the light of the moon.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time.
And goodnight to the old lady whispering ‘hush’.
There was something to be said about the quietness of night. About the stillness. Everything was tranquil and unmoving as though the world had come to a temporary stop in its rotation – ceased its constant spiral of madness.
Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight.
So, surrender to sleep at last. What a misery, keeping watch through the night, wide awake – you’ll soon come up from under all your troubles.
To be human is hard enough. Don’t make it harder for yourself.
He was not sure what he had been looking for. He only knew that he had not found it.
I am a wicked man... But do you know, gentlemen, what was the main point about my wickedness? The whole thing, precisely was, the greatest nastiness precisely lay in my being shamefully conscious every moment, even in moments of the greatest bile, that I was not only not a wicked man but was not even an embittered man, that I was simply frightening sparrows in vain, and pleasing myself with it.
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
I've hidden memories in boxes inside my head before. Sometimes it's the only way to deal with things.