"I ought not to have listened to her," he confided to me one day.
"One never ought to listen to the flowers.
One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance.
Mine perfumed all my planet.
But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace.
This tale of claws, which disturbed me so much, should only have filled my heart with tenderness and pity."
And he continued his confidences:
"The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything!
I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words.
She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me.
I ought never to have run away from her...
I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems.
Flowers are so inconsistent!
But I was too young to know how to love her …"
Translated from the Russian by Kathleen Cook
You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me your sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole! Is that a pretty accurate description of our relationship, Tyler?
You live under the delusion that you can fix everything that isn't perfect.
— I'm dating an idiot.
— Yeah, but you knew what you were getting into.
You need to have a life. Have fun. *Then* ruin it by having a serious relationship.
— It never takes me more than a week to get over a relationship.
— It never takes you more than a shower to get over a relationship.
...it could not stand still, it must go on or go back.
You don`t get to choose if you get hurt in this world but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
But I know... I remember... That if you hold on to someone too hard, that doesn't make them love you.