“People always think that happiness is a faraway thing,” thought Francie,
“something complicated and hard to get.
Yet, what little things can make it up;
a place of shelter when it rains –
a cup of strong hot coffee when you’re blue;
for a man, a cigarette for contentment;
a book to read when you’re alone –
just to be with someone you love.
Those things make happiness.”
"Do you see the story? Do you see anything?... It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone." Marlow in Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad. View more posts
