When the first fine spring days come, and the earth awakes and assumes its garment of verdure, when the perfumed warmth of the air blows on our faces and fills our lungs, and even appears to penetrate to our heart, we feel vague longings for undefined happiness, a wish to run, to walk at random, to inhale the spring.

I think spring is inside me. I feel spring awakening, I feel it in my entire body and soul. I have to force myself to act normally. I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. I only know that I'm longing for something...

At the end of the day you want something. Even if you don't know what it is.

DESIRE — knowing what you want.

... Spring is a happiness so beautiful, so unique, so unexpected, that I don't know what to do with my heart.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

I want the fever to grab me forever and want you to be my fever

The heart wants what it wants.

What do you desire? What makes you itch? What sort of a situation would you like?

Sickness occurs when we desire what we need and what's desirable with equal intensity, suffering our lack of perfection as if we were suffering for lack of bread.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so…

I want, I don’t want.
How can one live with such a heart?

What do you want, that I should start crying, ‘Oh, crisis, we have a crisis!’ Do you want that?

What pain do you want in your life?