bonjour tristesse

A strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sadness.  In the past the idea of sadness always appealed to me, now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism.  I had known boredom, regret, and at times remorse, but ever sadness.  Today something envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, which isolates me.

-francoise sagan