Happiness, as Such

But after a certain point in life a person has to dunk her regrets in the morning coffee, just like biscuits.

They weren’t happy memories because your father and I were never happy together. Even if we had been briefly and occasionally happy, everything got sullied, ripped up, and destroyed. But people don’t love each other only for happy memories. At a certain point in life, you realize that you just love the memories.

it seems desperately attractive to be unrooted and breathing nothing but your own solitude

This life now has nothing to equal to the places and moments we passed through to get here

Not that money will solve anything, since you’re alone, broke, unsettled, and unreliable. But we’re all unreliable and broken somewhere inside and sometimes it seems desperately attractive to be unrooted and breathing nothing but your own solitude

I can’t figure out if I like him. He’s polite. It’s the kind of politeness that makes you feel full, as if you’ve eaten too much jam

I think we will send you money periodically. Not that money will solve anything, since you’re alone, broke, unsettled, and unreliable. But we’re all unreliable and broken somewhere inside and sometimes it seems desperately attractive to be unrooted and breaking nothing but your own solitude. That’s how people find each other, and understand.

So I wasn’t there when he died, which I regret. But after a certain point in life a person has to dunk her regrets in the morning coffee, just like biscuits.

Ma è vero che a un certo punto della nostra vita i rimorsi li inzuppiamo nel caffè la mattina come biscotti.

After a certain point in life a person has to dunk her regrets in the morning coffee, just like biscuits.

the way we always speak with modest words, we never use clear and urgent words, our words are gray, harmless, floating, and useless

I’ll be patient. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve had to be patient when it comes to you. With every passing year, one’s store of patience inevitably grows. It’s the only resource that grows. All the others tend to wither.