Silk

It's a strange grief… to die of nostalgia for something you you will never live.

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say

To die of yearning for something you will never experience

You were dead.' She said. 'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.

And a while later: 'It is a strange sort of pain.' Softly. 'To die of yearning for something you'll never experience.

Sooner or later you'll have to tell the truth to someone.

Era d'altronde uno di quegli uomini che amano assistere alla propria vita, ritenendo impropria qualsiasi ambizione a viverla. Si sarà notato che essi osservano il loro destino nel modo in cui, i più, sono soliti osservare una giornata di pioggia.

In front of him, nothing. He had a sudden glimpse of what he had considered invisible. The end of the world.

I once knew a man who built a railway all for himself.

beyond the end of the world

only the rustle of those colours waving in the air, impenetrable, lighter than nothingness

In this transparency, the footprints of the little birds spoke with a muffled voice. What they spoke of was entirely without significance, or else something capable of lifting a life off its hinges: there was no way of knowing.

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say.' He said. 'Nothing more, never.

When loneliness mastered him he would go up to the cemetery...The rest of his time was taken up with a liturgy of habits that succeeded in warding off sadness.

It was surprising to consider that in fact there were signs, that is the embers of a voice destroyed by fire.

Occasionally, on windy days Hervé Joncour would go down to the lake and spend hours in contemplation of it because he seemed to descry, sketched out on the water, the inexplicable sight of his life as it had been, in all its lightness.

Lo que era para nosotros, lo hemos hecho, y vos lo sabéis. Creedme: lo hemos hecho para siempre. Preservad vuestra vida resguardada de mí. Y no dudéis un instante, si fuese útil para vuestra felicidad, en olvidar a esta mujer que ahora os dice sin añoranza, adiós.

And carefully he brought Time to a halt, for as long as he wished.

He took an unassuming pleasure in his possessions, and the likely prospect of becoming truly wealthy left him completely indifferent. He was, besides, one of those men who like to witness their own life, considering any ambition to live it inappropriate. It should be noted that these men observe their fate the way most men are accustomed to observe a rainy day.