Showing posts with label A Happy Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Happy Death. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 24, 2024


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A Happy Death

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.


Thursday, November 4, 2021


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A Happy Death

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.


Saturday, February 27, 2021

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A Happy Death

Believe me there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory. Everything is forgotten, even a great love. That's what's sad about life, and also what's wonderful about it. There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while. That's why it's good to have had love in your life after all, to have had an unhappy passion- it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from.

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

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A Happy Death

When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. Like that sky. It's rain and sun both, noon and midnight. I think of the lips I've kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I'm all those things at once. I'm sure there are times when you wouldn't even recognize me. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—I can't say it.