Lights  Scrapbook  2

What embellishes the desert is that somewhere it hides a well.

—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry—

Life is desire.

—Charlie Chaplin—

Doubt and fear are the auxiliaries of major initiatives.

--Amélie Nothomb—

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

—Victor Hugo—

The past is only a prologue.

—Shakespeare—

When we regret we’re unhappy twice.

—Justine Lévy—

No one can reach dawn without going through the night road.

—Khalil Gibran—

Anything that gets lost helps to find itself.

—Françoise Sagan—

To succeed, it’s not enough to predict. We must also know how to improvise.

—Isaac Asimov—

The second half of life is also life! There’re twilights that are more beautiful than dawns...

—Martin Gray—

Everyone has their world. The whole thing is down roots in the land that suits us.

—Marc Lévy—

This n' that 5

When I took the train to leave my little town for my studies, I was torn apart between this new freedom to discover the world and the well-being and love I felt in my home town with my family and friends. A huge sadness occurred and I had an intense feeling of uprooting, which continues even today. 

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When my father died, I felt a tremendous relief.
Then, the regrets and the guilt fell on me like a ton of bricks.

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On my gravestone: he was loved…

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I am amazed how easy it is for me to guess, to feel others.

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I’m constantly in need to prove that I have the right to say, to think, to write.

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“Don’t forget that the others also live a fight; they’re warriors who look for resting.”

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My concentration: I’m here, I’m not here, I’m here, I’m not here, etc.

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Don’t be afraid anymore to say:
"I want to finish what I was saying..."

"Give me still a minute or two…"

"Just wait a little until I finish…"

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A staircase is built from the bottom up, but it’s swept from top to bottom.

This n’ that 4

To prevent me from being beaten in the schoolyard one day, Mrs. Laurendeau, my 6th grade teacher, kept me with her in the classroom. I then cleaned the cupboards where I found a picture frame of Marguerite Bourgeois. Mrs. Laurendeau gave it to me. I kept this picture frame with me for years and years.

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When I was a child, I learned that sex and money were “big sins,” and I had to be very careful not to "commit" them.

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I’m sunset yellow, light of life and joy creator.
(Really??)

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Not changing, secures me. My mold then remains unchanged, intact. I am safe, because nobody hurts me.

Changing = depression = failure.

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I shared my bed, one evening, with my cousin J. who was on a visit. We spoke about the Universe, which was infinite.  J. told me that the Universe didn’t have either beginning or end. I incredibly panicked all night long and I couldn't sleep at all!

I was nine or ten.

(My inner secure design of the whole world collapsed. I felt like suddenly I didn’t have any grip on anything anymore.)