Everybody wants what feels good; and if we wish a symphony of attention from a bunch of caring people and a harmony of happy sounds during our lifetime, we must not act like dark horses, saving up our emotions, but be bountiful to all significant others. (“Axelle Red “)

— Erik Pevernagie

Expectations are at war, if good feeling and discomfort clash. When we are expecting zest and joy, our good karma may be ousted by distress and frustration, if negative downbeat waves are emitted. Just with a feel of realism, without prejudice, should we step into the future. What will be, will be. Only the fortune of war will tell, since life may be war or peace. ("Fish for silence.")

— Erik Pevernagie

Fear has always been a very important whistleblower. Our emotion and our history can provoke fear that may arrest us at any time or at any place. Above and beyond, fear might be contagious and its scent, sometimes sensual, sometimes mystical or animal, can exude the musty and arcane smell of destiny. ("One could still feel the smell of fear")

— Erik Pevernagie

For some, life may be a playground to undermine the brainwaves of others or simply a vainglorious game with an armory of theatrics, illustrating only bleak self-deception, haughty narcissism and dim deficiency in empathy. ("Another empty room")

— Erik Pevernagie

For the discovery of self we have to overcome the fear of self, to find the marrow ‘within’ and disclose our ‘true’ self. ("Everybody his story")

— Erik Pevernagie

Foulmouthed individuals seem to have their neuron systems replaced by colon structures, given that their terminology profusely consists of "sh*t and f*ck". ("Tolerance zero")

— Erik Pevernagie

Happiness is an undercurrent of sensitivity and leads a surreptitious life: it is an internal eventuality. We can feel it in stillness, and it stands the test of time. Joy is an eruption of cheerful moments, and we want to express it: it is an external eventuality. We might shout it out, as it conveys a dynamic of fleeting instants. Joy gives voice to “enjoyment”. ("The grass was greener over there")

— Erik Pevernagie

Happiness is good management of expectations and good management means making order and assembling the contingent elements of the "does'" and the "don'tts", the "maybe yes'" and the "maybe not's". When we really want to live in agreement with ourselves and find peace with the surrounding world, good management is liberating. (" Expectations" )

— Erik Pevernagie

Hope always comes after evil has done its work. We cannot keep living on hope, though. (Box of Pandora)

— Erik Pevernagie

Hope may inspire and inveigle us, but we cannot just live on hope. Certainly, love can be hope, but it is merely a contingency, since it might either mend our life or break our heart. ("Waiting for the smoke signals")

— Erik Pevernagie