L'amour est
une prison
Où chacun voudrait bien courir
Avec pour condamnation
D'y toujours vivre et d'y mourir
Messieurs de la Haute Cour
Voyez, j'attends mon tour
We suffer more often in imagination than in reality.
Explanation:
On Groundless Fears (Letter 13)
J'ai dit à mon cœur, à mon faible cœur:
N'est-ce point assez de tant de tristesse?
Et ne vois-tu pas que changer sans cesse,
C'est à chaque pas trouver la douleur?
Il m'a répondu: Ce n'est point assez,
Ce n'est point assez de tant de tristesse;
Et ne vois-tu pas que changer sans cesse
Nous rend doux et chers les chagrins passés?
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Although affliction cometh not forth of the dust, neither doth trouble spring out of the ground; yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul; which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures; which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave? Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
Some are suffering their failure, but ironically, many are suffering the consequences of their success.
S’il n’était rien de bleu que le ciel et la mer,
De blond que les épis, de rose que les roses,
S’il n’était de beauté qu’aux insensibles choses,
Le plaisir d’admirer ne serait point amer.
Mais avec l’océan, la campagne et l’éther,
Des formes d’un attrait douloureux sont écloses
Le charme des regards, des sourires, des poses,
Mord trop avant dans l’âme, ô femme! il est trop cher
Nous t’aimons, et de là les douleurs infinies:
Car Dieu, qui fit la grâce avec des harmonies,
Fit l’amour d’un soupir qui n’est pas mutuel.
Mais je veux, revêtant l’art sacré pour armure,
Voir des lèvres, des yeux, l’or d’une chevelure,
Comme l’épi, la rose, et la mer, et le ciel.
It's in its sadistic nature. There is no swift kill as it delights in the obscene spectacle of our agonising suffering.
Showing up when things get rough, listening to people's problems, and supporting those in need; that's how you become stronger, that's how you grow.
It's not eventhat you won't talk. You won't engage. I know how badly you were hurt. And how scared you must've been. But i went through something awful too, something dark and ugly. And believe me, all i wanted to do was to crowl into a hole and die. And sometimes i still do. But i didn't and i don't. Because i have a husband and a son who need me! I fought for us! And now i need... i need you. Jemmy needs you. I have been... patient. But i need to know... I need to know that you are not lost anf gone forever. Are you coming back? Are you doing to fight for us?