"Deep down, all the while, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a savior in distress, she kept casting desperate glances over the solitary waste of her Life, seeking some white sail in the distant mists of the horizon. She had no idea by what wind it would reach her, toward what shore it would bear her, or what kind of craft it would be- tiny boat or towering vessel, laden with heartbreaks or filled to the gunwales with rapture. But every morning when she awoke she hoped that today would be the day;"
And as day after day passes, what makes us still have hope for the unseen, the distant? What drives us? All our lives we await for something even ourselves do not know...and yet we know we must wait for it... we must.
"Future joys are like tropic showers: out into the immensity that lies before them they waft their native softness, a fragrant breeze that drugs the traveler into drowsiness and makes him careless of what awaits home on the horizon beyond his view."
"Whereas the truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter rapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars."
Language is vulgarity in the matters of the soul. It becomes realistic and defined, which destroys the sweet vagueness that makes it so special and divine. My goodness how beautifully he described our incapability of defining things; it is absolutely ridiculous!
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Very similar to Anna Karenina. The book shows that if one is greedy after what one needs but doesn't have- it can lead to utter despair. If one indulges in the things that are immoral, only bad can come out of it. Evil breeds evil. She was loved by her husband, but yet she wanted a specific type of love, like those in novels. These ideas made her blind to what she really had. That is why they are called fantasies- because they lack realism. For good reason, they belong to the mind... Of course the concept of fantasizing and creating our own world is delicious, but in reality, when one cannot deal with reality at all- then something has to give- either the world or the mind.
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