"Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.”

— Lemony Snicket

“I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people,
how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of quick judgments and
mistakes that everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time.
 I’m afraid of seeing snapshots instead of movies.”

Le temps viendra
où, plein d'allégresse,
tu salueras ta propre venue
à ta propre porte, dans ton propre miroir,
et chacun sourira devant l'accueil de l'autre,

et dira : assieds-toi. Mange.
Tu aimeras à nouveau l'étranger qu'était ton être.
Offre du vin. Offre du pain. Rends ton coeur
à ton coeur, à l'étranger qui t'a aimée

toute ta vie, que tu as ignoré,
pour un autre, qui te connaît par coeur.
Descends les lettres d'amour de l'étagère,

les photographies, les billets désespérés,
détache ta propre image du miroir.
Assieds-toi. Savoure ta vie.

L'amour après l'amour, Derek Walcott