Henry gaat op de schommel naast me zitten, met zijn gezicht de andere kant op, en we schommelen steeds hoger en hoger , we passeren elkaar, soms gaan we gelijk op en soms gaan we zo snel langs elkaar...
Do you ever miss him?Every day. Every minute.Every minute, she says. Yes, it's that way, isn't it?
Dažreiz es priecājos, kad Henrijs ir prom, bet, kad viņš atgriežas, es priecājos vienmēr.
Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.
CLARE: The library is cool and smells like carpet cleaner, although all I can see is marble.
Angel!
We are all time travelers in our minds, if not in our bodies.
We come to a house and walk down the small walkway to its backyard. In the yard there are two screens and a slide projector. People are seated in lawn chairs, watching slides of trees.
The compelling thing about making art—or making anything, I suppose—is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid there, a thing, a substance in a world of substances. Circe, Nim...
Senti, sono poche le persone che incontrano la loro anima gemella a sei anni. E bisogna pur passare il tempo, in un modo o nell'altro. Ingrid era molto... paziente. Straordinariamente paziente. Dispos...
Look, I am living. On what? Neither the childhood nor future/ grows any smaller...Superabundant being/ wells up in my heart.
Kad sam bio mlad, nisam razumio, ali sada znam kako odsutnost može biti prisutna, poput oštećenog živca, poput tamne ptice. Da sam morao nastaviti živjeti bez tebe, znam da ne bih mogao.
If you are far away from your lover and family, if you have lost someone, if you feel a bit displaced in your own life: these stories are for you.
I was thinking; it’s very peaceful, here with you. It’s nice to just lie here and know that the future is sort of taken care of. Henry?
I want to be haunted...Haunt me...Come and put your arms around me...Or, if you can't do that, just look at me. That's all I need. Where are you? Not here. But I can't feel you gone either...I keep lo...
I still feel like a castaway, th elast of a once numerous species. It was as though Robinson Crusoe discovered the telltale footprint on the beach and then realized that it was his own. Myself, small...
Every minute of his life since then has been marked by her absence, every action has lacked dimension because she is not there to measure against. And when I was young I didn't understand, but now, I...
Elspeth stood in the sun, letting it pour through her, watching the Kitten sleep. I want you. Elspeth felt depressed. She had never thought of herself as someone who would kill a beautiful white kitte...
Clare snores, quiet animal snores that feel like bulldozers running through my head. I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is w...
Clare on Henry:Do you ever wonder if I'm real? Maybe I'm dreaming of you. Maybe you're dreaming of me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about...