"Profound suffering makes noble; it separates."
Monday, April 6, 2015
“Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it’s noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.”
“Don’t you get pleasure out of exaggerating painful things as much as possible? For people with weak instincts it often seems to me the only way to drive out pain; like medicine, which is devoid of all good instincts, it cauterizes the sore spot. By so doing, of course, nothing definite is achieved, but the moment itself—and those with bad and weak instincts haven’t time to worry about more than that—is almost pleasurable.”
— Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice