#flightiness

Every allowance for heaviness must be backed by a knowing; We dig now for Michelangelo's feathers and clean from them the marble, so that we may fly fromwards. Man looks to the dirt habitually, gravity needs no help there.

Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here, they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home, the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.

And Sabina: what had come over her? Nothing. She had left a man because she felt like leaving him. Had he persecuted her? Had he tried to take revenge on her? No. Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden, but the unbearable lightness of being.

I started keeping a list of all the really dumb mistakes I've made