Here all of nature was captured, labeled, arranged according to a logic that seemed as timeless as if ordered by God, perhaps a God who had mislaid the original paperwork on the Creation and had reque...
Her spirit flew out into the nightAnd the sky reached downAnd drew her up,And she was filled with light...And she is happy.
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 againts.
Elspeth wasn’t keen. She’d lived with someone once and hated it. I think she felt differently towards the end, when I was taking care of her all the time. I think she realised that it could have worke...
Een kraai vliegt over het gras. Zijn schaduw vliegt onder hem door en komt hem weer tegen wanneer hij onder het raam landt en één keer krast.
Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments line up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot...
Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?
But you know: you know that if I could have stayed, if I could have gone on, that I would have clutched every second: whatever it was, this death, you know that it came and took me, like a child carri...
But then I feel guilty for wanting to avoid the sadness; dead people need us to remember them, even if it eats us, even if all we can do is say until it is as meaningless as air.
But don't you think that it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?
As I stand in the elevator, dazed, I realise that a massive winning lottery ticket chunk of my future has somehow found me here in the present, and I start to laugh. I cross the lobby, and as I run do...
As I penetrate Clare she looks at me and I think I don’t exist and a second later she turns her head and sees me. She cries out, not loudly, and looks back at me, above her, in her. Then she remembers...
And Clare, always Clare. Clare in the morning all sleepy and crumple-faced. Clare with her arms plunging into the papermaking vat, pulling up the mold and shaking it so, and so, to meld the fibers. Cl...
A me le cose sembrano troppo casuali e prive di significato perché Dio possa esistere davvero.
And I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him- Clare
He said it quietly but with such intensity that Valentina fell in love with him, though she had no name for the feeling and nothing to compare it to.
[...] la sensación de que las cosas no marchan bien y de que, de hecho, todo funciona tan mal que lo único que podemos hacer es decir: 'Jódete', una y otra vez, sin parar, gritándolo a pleno pulmón, h...
You see, resumed Laura, I really have some grounds for supposing that my next incarnation will be in a lower organism. I shall be an animal of some kind. On the other hand, I haven’t been a bad sort i...
What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.
We didn't think the library was funny looking in it's faux- Greek splendor, nor did we find the cuisine limited or bland, or the movies at the Michigan theater relentlessly American and mindless. Thes...