"I Feel Like Getting Married, Or Committing Suicide, Or Subscribing To L'Illustration. Something Desperate,

"I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know."

_A Happy Death, Albert Camus_

"When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears."

_A Happy Death, Albert Camus._

(Artworks by Clive Smith.)

"Travel is very useful, it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our own journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.

(Artwork by Emile Friant.)

It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It’s a novel, simply a fictitious narrative. Littré* says so, and he's never wrong.

(Artwork by Róbert Béreny.)

And besides, in the first place, anyone can do as much. You just need to close your eyes.

(Artwork by Róbert Béreny.)

It's on the other side of life.

(Artwork by Ehsan Safavie.)

_Quote by French author Ferdinand Louis Céline from Journey To The End Of The Night_

"I like looking at her lips and if she's not around, I love to imagine them. Her lips have an aura I cannot describe, when she speaks, they move like a caring embrace, like gentle transparent fingertips that wake a soul from within, and kissing, O kissing her always feels like coming home. When she's silent or quiet or when silence obliges itself upon her, her lips still possess a nonverbal beauty that always invite my lips to bury ourselves into each other. And when we kiss, I tell you truly, the world halts and we spin and spin in love, and not even the ancient voices of doom could stop us."

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(Artwork The Kiss by Gustav Klimt.)

"The woods are lovely,

Dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep."

_Robert Frost, Stoping by Woods on a Snowy Evening_

(Artwork by Angel Boligán Corbo.)

(From A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens)

(Artwork by Anne Magill.)

"It happens that when I think of you I sway, I prance, I am carried away like a leaf in the wind until I lose the notion of who I am. And I realize that loving you wants more silence, more breath than speech and words. But then the wind stops. The leaf falls. I am still. I am firm. Statuesque. And I feel metaphorically heartbroken, then I realize that keeping you needs more speech, more words than silence and breath. But would the wind listen to the leaf, I wonder..."

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(Artwork by Anne Magill.)