People don’t make you happy, your thoughts do. People don’t make you sad, your emotions do. Age doesn’t make you mature, experiences do
I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
We looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’.
Failure is an event, never a person.