Sometimes The Memory Of Happiness Cannot Stay

Desires, Memories, Fears, Passions Form Labyrinths In Which We Lose And Find And Then Lose Ourselves Again.

Sometimes The Memory Of Happiness Cannot Stay True Because It Ended Unhappily.

Sometimes I Had The Feeling That All Of Us In His Family Were Like Pets To Him. The Dog You Take For A Walk, The Cat You Play With And That Curls Up In Your Lap, Purring, To Be Stroked - You Can Be Fond Of Them, You Can Even Need Them To A Certain Extent, And Nonetheless The Whole Thing - Buying Pet Food, Cleaning Up The Cat Box, And Trips To The Vet - Is Really Too Much. Your Life Is Elsewhere.

What A Sad Story, I Thought For So Long. Not That I Now Think It Was Happy. But I Think It Is True, And Thus The Question Of Whether It Is Sad Or Happy Has No Meaning Whatever.

When An Airplane's Engines Fail, It Is Not The End Of The Flight.