Viviré en París y no comeré nada que no sea chocolate;además fumaré puros, me inyectaré heroína y solo escucharé a Jimi Hendrix y The Doors.
There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy.
There are several ways to react to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina's first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that you've misplaced yourself...
A bad thing about dying is that I've started to feel as though I'm being erased. Another bad thing is that I won't get to find out what happens next.
All of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.
Varbūt es tevi izsapņoju. Varbūt tu izsapņo mani; varbūt mēs eksistējam tikai viens otra sapņos un katru rītu, kad pamostamies, viens otru aizmirstam.
Now it becomes clear that he's one of those people who is fastidious about his personal appearance but secretly skivenly about everything else
Absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird
When you live with a woman you learn something every day. So far I have learned that long hair will clog up the shower drain befor you can say Liquid-Plumr; that it is not advisable to clip something...
Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.
The only thing we can do is to say ‘Fuck it’ over and over again, really loud, until someone stops us.
The kissed surprised him because it had been so long since he'd kissed anyone but Elspeth. It surprised Valentina because she had hardly ever kissed anyone that way - to her, kissing had always been m...
The house envelops us, watches us, contemplates us as we make love in it for the first time, the first time of many times, and afterward, as we lie spent on the bare floor surrounded by boxes, I feel...
That’s the thing about living vicariously; it’s so much faster than actual living. In a few minutes we’ll be worrying about names for the children.
That's what I love you for: your inability to perceive all my hideous flaws.
That's Henry. When he makes you moan and cry, don't say nobody never told you
Sonunda kaybetseniz bile hayatta kısa bir süreliğine çok mutlu olmak, bir ömür boyu orta karar yaşamaktan daha iyi değil mi?-Clare
Sometimes I am glad when Henry's gone, but I am always glad when he come's back
I'm going to fall apart...I cant--I don't know what to feel.
How could you lose me? I'm not going anywhere.I worry that you will get tired of putting up with my undependableness and you will leave me.Clare puts her sketchbook aside. I sit up. I won't ever leave...