” I am free and that is why I am lost.”
- Franz Kafka.
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast.
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”
- Ernest Hemingway
“… you’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.”
- E.A. Bucchianeri.
“I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space. ”
- Guy de Maupassant
“The more I travel, the more I have a sense home.”
- I was travelling in Luxembourg, and while I was looking up at the hills of Leesbach, I could feel that my heart was yearning for home.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
— Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul – Dirk Gently, #2.