Between a mother’s eyes and her son’s face, there is not air. There is something invisible and invincible. Even though—or because—he will go out into the world, she will never lose her passion to prot...
Doch die Erinnerung spielt uns Streiche. Erinnern iat ein anderes Wort für Erfinden, und nichts ist unzuverlässiger.
Frances is a sealed letter. It doesn't matter where she's been or who's pawed her, no one gets to handle the contents no matter how grimy the envelope. And it's for sure no one's going to be able to s...
Frances learns something in this moment that will allow her to survive and function for the rest of her life. She finds out that one thing can look like another. That the facts of a situation don't ne...
He thought his heart would kill him, he'd had no clue what it was capable of.
He would have enough money...for a family that would fill his house with beautiful music and the silence of good books.
Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.
I thought I would get calmer, surer, but each time we come close I feel almost sick at first. As though each time vibrates with the times before. I feel a terrible sorrow coming up my throat, I don't...
It's a long silence but far from empty.
It's where she belongs, she craves the caress of the violent shore, to come alive like that once more in a clash of stone and then to die.
July I The British plan is this: a million shells to cut the Boche wire. Shoulder your seventy-pound pack as usual. Go over the top. Walk towards the German lines, they'll all be dead by now. Keep wal...
Kathleen would not know a friend if one sankits teeth into her wrist--which is more or less what she expects from the mass ofother girls. She skirts them cautiously, as if they were dangerous wild ani...
Non sa bene quanti altri ci siano stati, però sa, grazie a Maureen, che uno è finito nel water di Kingston. Casa loro era nuova e perciò, le ha raccontato, non infestata dai fantasmi. Anche se chi può...
Sat - sex is good for the voice. Why don't they teach you that in school?
She follows the putrid cloud downstairs and
The moon may drive men mad but it can calm a savage girl, for it is cool, precise, it is lucid.
The thief you must fear the most is not the one who steals mere things.
He loved her way: acting casual, working like a Trojan, singing like an angel. Notangelically. The voice of an angel. Winged, lethal, close to the sun.
It's important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed to earth or fire because unless you do that, the loved one dies for you again and again.
Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable. Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees
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