The darkness is never partial
People often ask me why do I love nights so much and I always give them this one answer.
"The nights are dark and when the caliginosity takes over, it hides everything. Colour, skin, creed, race. Everything that comes in its way, leaving behind only the voices. The pure emotions, the real people."
I VIEW with pleasure and approval the way you keep on at your studies and sacrifice everything to your single-minded ...
We do not love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we do them.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
It seems that there is a very specific area in the brain which could be called poetic memory and which records what has charmed us, what has moved us, what gives our life its beauty.
Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity... It is, in short, the subject of the history of the Grail. Only a predestined being has the ability to ask another: what is your torment? And he doesn't have it when he enters life. He has to go through years of dark night.
Source: Letter to the poet Joë Bousquet, 1942