MIND: Horizons

Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mists of the far-off horizon. She did not know what this chance event would be, what wind would drive it to her, what shore it would carry her to, whether it was a longboat or a three-decked vessel, loaded with anguish or filled with happiness up to the portholes.

But each morning, when she awoke, she hoped it would arrive that day, and she would listen to every sound, spring to her feet, feel surprised that it had not come; then at sunset, always more sorrowful, she would wish the next day were already there.

Madame Bovary // Gustave Flaubert

MIND: Adolescence

In those days, I didn’t understand anything.
I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words.
She perfumed my planet and lit up my life.
I should never have run away!
I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions.
Flowers are so contradictory!
But I was too young to know how to love her.

The Little Prince // Antoine de Saint-Exupéry