Au Fond Du Rêve Doré

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.

Adieu,“ he said, “this is goodbye. I’ll never forget you, never.” She stood silent. He looked at her and saw her eyes full of tears. He turned away. At this moment she wasn’t ashamed of loving him, because her physical desire had gone and all she felt towards him now was pity and a profound, almost maternal tenderness. She forced herself to smile. “Like the Chinese mother who sent her son off to war telling him to be careful ‘because war has its dangers,’ I’m asking you, if you have any feelings for me, to be as careful as possible with your life.” Because it is precious to you?“ he asked nervously. “Yes. Because it is precious to me.”

If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present.

I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.