“At a period when Literature was wont to attribute the grief of living exclusively to the mischances of disappointed love or the jealousy of adulterous deceptions, he had said not a word of these childish maladies, but had sounded those more incurable, more poignant and more profound: wounds that are inflicted by satiety, disillusion and contempt in ruined souls tortured by the present, disgusted with the past, terrified and desperate of the future.”
“Is not the pastness of the past the more profound, the more legendary, the more immediately it falls before the present ?”
“To live a more balanced life, glance at the past, live in the present, and focus on the future.”
“Well, it’s more like a sentence on life,” he said, grinning. “I live by three rules: Don’t dwell on the past, present, or future, party hard, and never fall in love. Easy.”
“He had no idea that grief was a reward. That it only came to those who were loyal, to those who loved more than they were capable of. ”
“While wounds can be inflicted easily upon those we love, it's often much more difficult to heal them.”