
日子
Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.
Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.
La plus perdue de toutes les journées est celle où l'on n'a pas ri.