We often blame themselves that have changed, in fact, changed that all around us. What could be more bitter than this? I have two, three or four friends. And what happened? I forced each of them be different people, or rather, each of them show the person that he understood. This is one of the greatest misfortunes - Will never be fully understood and felt the same man, when I think about it, it seems to me that this was and is an incurable wound life: it is the inevitable solitude, to which the convicted heart.
Monday, September June 1823
Эжен Делакруа
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