میان ابهام و ارزش لحظات حیات رابطهای وجود دارد، هرچه لحظات مبهمتر شوند، بهایشان بالاتر میرود.
ما چه چیزی به فرزندانمان میدهیم جز این قابلیت که مثل ما نشوند؟
درک ما از زندگی دیگران درواقع همان درکی است که از زندگی خودمان داریم و این حقیقتی است که با مرگ اطرافیانمان برجسته میشود.
Крача през света, все едно ми е в джоба.
Голяма част от времето си прекарва така: представя си какво би казала, без всъщност да го казва.
Where happiness was not a possibility, the illusion of it was always more important.
When I was seventeen I had a body that Adam woulda dropped Eve for. Hot-potato time. It was prime, no lie. Nothing in the wrong place. I had legs a hundred miles long and a booty to die for. Adam woul...
They say ol’ man Beach is crazy. And maybe he is. But he goes ahead anyways. He’s the sort of man who knows the only things worth doing are the things might break your heart.
There was a quote about standing in a river too long or long enough that I can't find now. Anyone remember? If so, what page?
There isn’t a story in the world that isn’t in part, at least, addressed to the past. I
The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.
The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward. No
The old days, they arrive back in the oddest ways, suddenly taut, breaking the surface, a salmon leap.
The luxury of age was the giving up of vanity.
The Irish are great for their tunes, but all their lovesongs are sad and their warsongs happy.
Some people think love is the end of the road, and if you're lucky enough to find it, you stay there. Other people say it just becomes a cliff you drive off, but most people who've been around awhile...
Some days he wishes that he could simply empty the chambers of the men, fill the halls instead with women: the short sharp shock of three thousand two hundred mothers. The ones who picked through the...
So you want to be a dancer? I asked. I want to dance better than I already do, he said.
One small cloud, cast out by the herd, limps away to the west.
Maybe she should meet other women, more of her own. But more of her own what? Death, the greatest democracy of them all. The world’s oldest complaint. Happens to us all. Rich and poor. Fat and thin. F...