Character: Lucy Snow

When I read the prayer, undressed and went to bed, I was overcome by a feeling that I still have friends. Friends, not pretending to be madly in love, promising forever to keep the delicate devotion of friends, which can therefore be expected only modest displays of affection, but to which they instinctively rushed my soul, so full of infinite gratitude, I begged his own Mind to help me to overcome this state of mind.

Some circumstances of life stubbornly slipping from our memory. Some twists, some feelings, joy, sadness, strong shocks at the time I recall we were unclear and vague, as if worn, the flickering shape of a wheel spinning.

Men, and women, too, need cheat; if they are not confronted with them, they create them.

I like it when the flowers grow up, but thwarted, they lose their charm for me. I see they are doomed to perish, and that makes me sad similarities of their lives. I never give flowers to your loved ones, and do not wish to accept them from someone I care about.

When push me away, I drift away when I forget, I neither look nor word not going to remind myself.

People have equally inexplicable likes and dislikes. One man who tells us the mind, characterized by integrity, inspires somehow hostile feeling, and we avoid it, and the other known bad temper and other flaws, draws us to himself, as if the very air around him brings us good.

Little did I know that the sadness caused by the vicissitudes of life, for some people is the most sublime state of mind; nor did I know that some plants exude a scent, while their petals are not crushed.