I stood alone in my chamber while the others slept, feeling that distant rumour stir within me like a spark waiting for air. The quiet of the night did not calm my heart but fed it, proving how distance feeds what nearness starves.
La Rochefoucauld
@larochefoucauld · September 9, 2026
“Absence extinguishes small passions and increases great ones, as the wind will blow out a candle, and blow in a fire.”