We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under.
The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public.
The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. they are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. They are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. This happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. People in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need.
Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark.
And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers.
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING - MILAN KUNDERA
(...) In your place, if there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don’t snuff it out, don’t be brutal with it.
Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we’d want to be forgotten is no better.
We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of 30 and have less to offer each time we start with someone new.
But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste!
CALL ME BY YOUR NAME - LUCA GUADAGNINO
Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved.
The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave.
Our lives are measured by these.
SUSAN B. ANTHONY
American social reformer and women's rights activist
My story will be over soon.
But it's not something to be sad about. As we count up the memories from one journey, we head off another.
Remembering those who went ahead. Remembering those who will follow after.
And someday, we will meet all those people again, beyond the horizon.
THE TRAVELLING CAT CHRONICLES - HIRO ARIKAWA
(...) don't you realize that this "life", as it called, is just a word designed to amuse us, a nice way of referring to our fate as human beings? This is my conclusion:
human existence is entirely idiotic, and as long as we are alive, we're enjoying a reprieve, like going to a festival; we've been released from death and darkness, and allowed to have a party in the light. And whoever laughs the most, and drinks the most, and seizes Aphrodite while he is free... he's the happiest when he gets home after the festival.
ALEXIS, ANCIENT GREECE'S COMEDIAN, 350-275 BC
Il faut se prêter aux autres,
et se donner à soi même.
Lend yourself to others,
but give yourself to yourself.
MICHEL DE MONTAIGNE, FRENCH PHILOSOPHER, 1533-1592
I look at every beautiful thing twice.
That's what I decided.
Once for me and once for you.
DAVID GROSSMAN, BE MY KNIFE, 1998
On rainy days, listen to the rain.
When it snows, look at the snow covering everything in white.
In winter, during the cold season, feel the frozen wind on your skin.
During hot summer days, enjoy the warmth of the sun.
Everyday is a good day.
IN A GARDEN THAT LOOKS LIKE ETERNAL - TATUSHI OMORI