Mieke

“A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

“To understand yourself: Is that a discovery or a creation?”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

“Encounters between people, it often seems to me, are like trains passing at breakneck speed in the night. We cast fleeting looks at the passengers sitting behind dull glass in dim light, who disappear from our field of vision almost before we perceive them. Was it really a man and a woman who flashed past like phantoms, who came out of nothing into the empty dark, without meaning or purpose? Did they know each other? Did they talk? Laugh? Cry? People will say: That's how it is when strangers pass one another in rain and wind and there might be something in the comparison. But we sit opposite people for longer, we eat and work together, lie next to each other, live under the same roof. Where is the haste? Yet everything that gives the illusion of permanence, familiarity, and intimate knowledge: isn't it a deception invented to reassure, with which we try to conceal and ward off the flickering, disturbing haste because it could be impossible to live with all the time. Isn't every exchange of looks between people like the ghostly brief meeting of eyes between travellers passing one another, intoxicated by the inhuman speed and the shock of air pressure that makes everything shudder and clatter? Don't our looks bounce off others, as in the hasty encounter of the night, and leave us with nothing but conjectures, slivers of thoughts and imagined qualities? Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

“Als je hem voor de Nacht Zonder Jazz zou hebben gevraagd waar hij gelukkig van werd, dan zou hij niet goed hebben begrepen hoe relevant die vraag was. Nu wist hij het antwoord: naar bed gaan met Lucy, eten bij Lucy, tv-kijken met Lucy. En misschien zat daar geen toekomst in, maar het was het heden, en daar bestaat het leven uit.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You