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To live for the moment: it sounds so right and so beautiful. But the more I want to, the less I understand what it means.

Pascal Mercier

SOLIDAO, LONELINESS.
What is it that we call loneliness. It can't simply be the absence of others, you can be alone and not lonely, and you can be among people and yet be lonely. So what is it? ... it isn't only that others are there, that they fill up the space next to us. But even when they celebrate us or give advice in a friendly conversation, clever, sensitive advice: even then we can be lonely. So loneliness is not something simply connected with the presence of others or with what they do. Then what? What on earth?

Pascal Mercier

Loyalty... A will, a decision, a resolution of the soul.

Pascal Mercier

Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.

Pascal Mercier

Disappointment is considered bad. A thoughtless prejudice. How, if not through disappointment, should we discover what we have expected and hoped for? And where, if not in this discovery, should self-knowledge lie? So how could one gain clarity about oneself without disappointment?
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One could have the hope that he would become more real by reducing expectations, shrink to a hard, reliable core and thus be immune to the pain of disappointment. But how would it be to lead a life that banished every long, bold expectation, a life where there were only banal expectations like "the bus is coming"?

Pascal Mercier

Iemand zou de hoop kunnen koesteren dat hij door zijn verwachtingen te reduceren werkelijker zou kunnen worden, dat hij zichzelf zou kunnen beperken tot een harde, betrouwbare kern en daarmee immuun zou worden voor de pijn van de teleurstelling. Maar hoe zou het zijn om een leven te leiden dat zich verre houdt van grootse, onbescheiden verwachtingen, een leven waarin alleen nog banale verwachtingen bestaan, zoals de verwachting dat de bus komt?

Pascal Mercier

Proč mě stopy minulosti tak rozesmutňují, i když jsou to stopy něčeho veselého?

Pascal Mercier

Jsme vrstevnaté bytosti, jsme bytosti plné propastných hloubek, s duší z neklidné rtuti, s citem, jehož barva a tvar se proměňuje jako v kaleidoskopu, jímž bez ustání třepeme.

Pascal Mercier