Book: Life

... two people can never penetrate each other's soul, deep thoughts, that they can go their entire life there, sometimes closely intertwined in the arms, but never merge completely, and that the moral substance of each of us remains Beano alone.

Do you smell that wretch?
Indeed, Jeanne felt a strong and distinctive odour of plants, some wild flavors.
The captain continued:
- The smell of Corsica, lady; it's her smell, the smell of a beautiful woman. After twenty years of absence, I'd know him for the whole five miles. I myself here. The one on the island of St. Helena, they say, always remember the smell of the Motherland. It is akin to me.

He took the hand that was holding her by the waist; they found themselves against each other close, so that felt on the faces of your breath, and exchanged a glance. They were looking for each other in the eyes and deeper, impenetrable, unknown to human beings; they measured themselves dumb and stubborn issue. What are they to each other? What will be the life they are starting together? What joy, what happy moments or frustrations they cook each other in this long joint of the indissoluble marital Union? And it seemed to them both that they see each other for the first time.

And Joan thought that her soul as it is growing and begins to perceive the invisible, and these are scattered among the fields the lights suddenly aroused in her a sharp sensation of loneliness of all living creatures, all disconnects, all separates, all takes away from those whom they wish to love.

He became a stranger to her, and the path to his soul and heart to her closed. She often thought about it, wondering how it could happen that after they met, fell in love and married in a fit of passion, they suddenly proved to be quite alien to each other, like he never slept around.
And why is it not so acutely suffers from the fact that abandoned? Or such is life? Or were they wrong?
Is it possible that she had nothing more to expect from the future?

Gradually, however, her longing for distant countries weakened. Habit has imposed on her life, the imprint of obedience, just as some water will repent of the objects layer of lime. And in her heart was born again something of interest to the thousands of minor details of everyday life, concern for the common, ordinary, everyday activities. She was stricken with a kind of contemplative melancholy, a vague disappointment with life. What did she want? What did she want? She didn't know it. Her was overpowered by the thirst for the high life; she had no need of pleasure, was not even a desire to the available pleasures; and Yes, what are they, though? Like old chairs, living room, faded from time, everything was bleached in her eyes, everything was blurred, everything took a pale and dull shade.

An unknown force was forced to meet their eyes rose simultaneously, as if by order of any related goodwill; they were already that thin and uncertain tenderness that quickly formed between the young people when the young man is not ugly, and the girl is beautiful. They would feel happy next to each other, because maybe think about the other.

His great strength and the great weakness was kindness, such kindness, which was not enough arms to caress, to give, to hug, the kindness of the Creator, chaotic and unrestrained, like some omertvlenie volitional nerve, lack of energy, almost Vice.

... Accustomed to the fact that all her dreams are dying, all hopes are shattered, she hesitated for days before deciding on the most insignificant act.

Jeanne could feel their condemnation and soul was outraged by this duplicity, deals with conscience, the all-embracing fear of all, the greatest cowardice, nesting in the hearts and peeking out under the guise of decency.

That's what she was lacking - the sea, its great neighbor for twenty-five years, the sea with its salty air, its angry gusts, roaring in white his voice, his powerful breath, the sea that every morning he saw from his window in the Poplars, which breathed night and day, which always felt beside him and, without realizing, fell in love with as a living person.

It was sad the following days, those dark days when the house feels empty due to the lack of close creatures vanished forever, days, tortured by suffering every time you look at any object that is constantly used by the deceased. Every minute in the heart occurs some painful memory. Here is his chair, his umbrella left in front of his glass, and not cleaned by the maid! And in all the rooms still lying in the mess of his belongings: a pair of scissors, gloves, the book pages which touched his heavy fingers, a lot of little things, acquiring painful value because they resemble a thousand little facts.
And his voice haunts you; it seems like I hear it; I want to run to God knows where, away from the delusions of this house.

... when apart think a lot of loved ones, but wean hourly to see them at the meeting feel some alienation until, until the newly fastened bond of marriage.

... and for the first time convinced that two people can not penetrate the soul, secret thoughts to each other that they go together, sometimes closely embracing, but not merging, and that our spiritual being wanders alone my entire life.