There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more I am dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief in the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of either merit or sense.
- Elizabeth Bennet (Jane Austen, from “Pride and Prejudice”)
My love, it’s true what you say: you’re an absence rather than a presence for me, and that’s painful. I’m living in a provisional state, everything around me and in me is provisional. I wait — quite patiently — but do nothing except wait. I wait for you, and will perhaps wait for years like this. You’re everything for me, my love
- Simone de Beauvoir to Jean-Paul Sartre (via ontheedgeofdarkness)