We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.

-Orson Welles

Des gens comme moi dont le centre de gravité est situé hors d’eux-mêmes, quelque part dans l’univers…

-Albert Ehrenstein

On ne connaît jamais mieux une chose que par son manque.

-Christian Bobin

Happiness is only possible as an ongoing project. The pursuit of the thing, it turns out, is the thing itself.

Amanda Marcotte

Il y a sur terre de telles immensités de misère, de détresse, de gêne et d’horreur, que l’homme heureux n’y peut songer sans prendre honte de son bonheur.

André Gide

Do not train children to learning by force and harshness, but direct them to it by what amuses their minds, so that you may be better able to discover with accuracy the peculiar bent of the genius of each.

Plato

Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page. Take up one hole more in the buckle if necessary, or let down one, according to circumstances; but on the first of January let every man gird himself once more, with his face to the front, and take no interest in the things that were and are past.

Henry Ward Beecher

Photo: AquaSixio @ Deviant Art

New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.

Hamilton Wright Mabie

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.

Charles Dickens

What is important is that each of us begins to trust in our own beauty and our capacity to do beautiful things.

-Jean Vanier

Ce qu’on emprisonne nous retient dans la prison. Ce qu’on détruit nous détruit à son tour.

Christian Bobin

A-t-on bien vu que, lorsque le destin s’en mêle, il va comme le vent et jonche la route avec les coeurs – nos pauvres coeurs humains ? Ainsi se font les feuilles mortes.
-Edouard Estaunié

La vérité tient sa lumière en elle-même, non dans celui qui la dit.

Christian Bobin

Dormir à deux rend la nuit moins opaque.

Malcolm de Chazal

Automne canadien. Ardente et transparente agonie des feuillages : le baiser du soleil après la morsure du gel. Puisse notre mort ressembler à celle de ces feuilles d’érable : se laisser successivement briser par la douleur et transfigurer par la grâce…

-Gustave Thibon