Tuesday, March 15, 2011

flames for a year, ashes for thirty

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Love. Of course, love. Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.

“Those were the best days in the life of Tancredi and Angelica, lives later to be so variegated, so erring, against the inevitable background of sorrow. But that they did not know then; and they were pursuing a future which they deemed more concrete than it turned out to be, made of nothing but smoke and wind. When they were old and uselessly wise their thoughts would go back to those days with insistent regret; they had been days when desire was always present because it was always overcome, when many beds had been offered and refused, when the sensual urge, because restrained, had for one second been sublimated in renunciation, that is into real love.

~ Guiseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, The Leopard, 1960

2 comments:

Loree said...

One should never have regrets. I love to remember Edith Piaf's famous quote. I think we should all live with that quote in mind.

Angeli said...

Hi Loree. I love Edith Piaf. I love her songs. Did you watch her biopic starring Marion Cotillard? Such a tragic story.

 
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