Savo širdyje ji pyko ant Žiuljeno, kad jis to nesupranta, kad visai neturi to subtilaus drovumo, to instinktyvaus delikatumo; ir ji pajuto tarp savęs ir jo tarsi uždangą, tarsi kažkokią kliūtį, pirmą kartą pastebėjusi, kad du žmonės niekada negali prasiskverbti iki vienas kito sielos, iki minčių gelmių, kad jie gali eiti šalia vienas kito, kartais apsikabinę, bet ne susilieję, ir kad dvasinė mūsų esmė visą gyvenimą klaidžioja vieniša.

All you need i love then you can go anywhere and do anything... But i don't have that...
I need somebody to love... but i can't find that...
I never fealt true love... but i want to have someone to talk to and hug, to kiss and to love... But i can probably never find someone like that... If i had someone like this i would never feel sick i would never feel down and i would never need to cry and to doubt... If i found this person then surerly they'd be... My savior from hatreed and misery....

That is what i am searching for... But something i would never find... Even if one like that was out there, we would never collide...

Nice guys finish last, thats what they say right? That must mean i'm the nicest guy in the world...

I don't care much for sex, for freedom or for rights ... All i want is love even if you are in are in doubt, a man like this exist, and he is searching for a love that he'll most likely never find.

Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one's mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one name on the lips--a name which comes up continually, rising, like the water in a spring, from the depths of the soul to the lips, a name which one repeats over and over again, which one whispers ceaselessly, everywhere, like a prayer.

There is only one good thing in life, and that is love. And how you misunderstand it! how you spoil it! You treat it as something solemn like a sacrament, or something to be bought, like a dress.

It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.

There were some children round him playing in the dust on the paths. They had long fair hair, and with very earnest faces and solemn attention were making little mountains of sand so as to stamp on them and squash them underfoot.
Pierre was going through one of those gloomy days when one looks into every corner of one's soul and shakes out every crease.
'Our occupations are like the work of those kids,' he thought. Then he wondered whether after all the wisest course in life was not to beget two or three of these little useless beings and watch them grow with complacent curiosity. And he was touched by the desire to marry. You aren't so lost when you're not alone any more. At any rate you can hear somebody moving near you in times of worry and uncertainty, and it is something anyway to be able to say words of love to a woman when you are feeling down.
He began thinking about women.
His knowledge of them was very limited, as all he had had in the Latin Quarter was affairs of a fortnight or so, dropped when the month's money ran out and picked up again or replaced the following month. Yet kind, gentle, consoling creatures must exist. Hadn't his own mother brought sweet reasonableness and charm to his father's home? How he would have loved to meet a woman, a real woman!
He leaped up, determined to go and pay a little visit to Mme Rosémilly.
But he quickly sat down again. No, he didn't like that one!