“But all my life I have been as timid and as obstinate as a child. I was always waiting for my real life to take me by storm, make me rich and wise and bear me on its great wings towards some more adult happiness. But life in its wisdom quietly allowed me to go on. It sent me neither storms nor starts, but waited until I regained my patience and humility, and my pride was broken. It let me play out my comedy of pride and priggishness and watched and waited for the truant child to find its mother again.”
Book:Peter Camenzind
