“The weight of the world is a trifle, if we all put our two fingers under it and try to lift together.”

“The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight,the weight we carry is love. ”

“The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is throughour eyes; if we blink or look aside, or turn back to finger what Plato said or remember Napoleon and his conquests, we inflicton the world the injury of some obliquity. This is life…”

“Maybe if we all just tried to put pieces back together as soon as they fell out of place, the puzzles in our lives would feel more like an accomplishment than a chore”

“We naturally try to forget our personal tragedies, serious or trifling, as soon as possible (even something as petty as being scorned or disdained by a stranger on a street corner). We try not to carry these things over to tomorrow. It is not strange, therefore, that the whole human race is trying to put Hiroshima, the extreme point of human tragedy, completely out of mind.”

“On our way to the cafeteria, he took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers as we walked. He seemed so proud to be holding my hand, announcing to the world that we were finally together.”