“Never, alas! can I elude them.”

“Kids chase the love that eludes them.”

“Alas, despite wing implants, feathers and wax, and carnal associations with swans, we will never grow wings. Alas, any true flight we make will always be externally assisted. Alas, the best we can do is fall and believe ourselves flying.”

“And don't demand any sincerity from me, Milena. No one can demand it from me more than I myself and yet many things elude me, I'm sure, perhaps everything eludes me.”

“Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know
That never feels a pain.”

“Once through this ruined city did I pass
I espied a lonely bird on a bough and asked
‘What knowest thou of this wilderness?’
It replied: 'I can sum it up in two words:
‘Alas, Alas!”

“Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.”

“Some chase the scorching flame of love their entire lives without ever finding it; sustained romantic relationships have eluded them but their search continued. A friend once told me that he had never found true love. Had he searched instead for the rationale love had eluded him, then maybe the answers would have provided a clearer path toward a sustainable flame. He was selfish.

RJ Intindola – (Gandolfo) – 1981”

“The power of psychedelics… is that they often reveal, in the span of a few hours, depths of awe and understanding that can otherwise elude us for a lifetime.”

“Life's meaning has always eluded me and I guess it always will. But I love it just the same.”