Quizá la buena suerte se parecía a la mala suerte en que tardabas un tiempo en asimilarla.
Pippa stessa è il gioco tra questi due opposti, l'amore e il non-amore, l'esserci e il non-esserci. Fotografie sul muro, un calzino arrotolato sotto il divano. Il momento in cui ho allungato la mano p...
Penso che in questo caso dovremmo chiamarla ironia della sorte, più che divina provvidenza. Sì, ma perché vuoi darle un nome? E se fossero la stessa cosa?
Over and over I played her favorite Arvo Pärt, as a way of being with her; and she had only to mention recently read novel for me to grab it up hungrily, to be inside her thoughts, a sort of telepathy
Non m’interessa quello che dice la gente, quanto spesso lo dice né con quanto entusiasmo: nessuno mi convincerà mai che la vita è una sorpresa stupenda e appagante. Perché questa è la verità: la vita...
My mother's advertising firm specialized in women's accessories. All day long, under the agitated and slightly vicious eye of Mathilde, she supervised photo shoots where crystal earrings glistened on...
Ma dopotutto non è sempre l’elemento fuori posto, quello che non funziona alla perfezione, che stranamente finiamo per amare di più?
La impresión espartana que transmitía correspondería a su naturaleza o a su bolsillo.
Kids shouting and skidding in the playground with no idea what future Hells awaited them: boring jobs and ruinous mortgages and bad marriages and hair loss and hip replacements and lonely cups of coff...
I’d yearned for the darkness and repose of Hobie’s house, its crowded rooms and old-wood smell, tea leaves and tobacco smoke, bowls of oranges on the sideboard and candlesticks scalloped with puddled...
It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we shiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own...
It’s a big shift. I don’t know quite how to explain it. Between wanting and not wanting, caring and not caring. Of course it’s a lot more than that too. Shock and aura. Things are stronger and brighte...
It wasn’t the kind of thing you could ask but still I wanted to know. Did she have nightmares too? Crowd fears? Sweats and panics? Did she ever have the sense of observing herself from afar, as I ofte...
It used to be a perfectly ordinary day but now it sticks up on the calendar like a rusty nail.)
It has always been hard for me to talk about Julian without romanticizing him. In many ways, I loved him the most of all;and it is with him that i am most tempted to embroider, to flatter, to basicall...
In the surprised silence that followed, a champagne cork popped in the kitchen, a burst of laughter. It was just past midnight: two minutes into Christmas Day. Then my father leaned back in his chair,...
If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.
If a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see and think and feel, you don't think, 'oh I love this painting because it's universal' 'I love this painting because it speaks...
I was jarred - a little spooked as well - at so blatant a reference to something referred to, by mutual agreement, almost exclusively with codes, catchwords, a hundred different euphemisms.It was the...
I was in the Midwest, and the rain was all I had left of Camilla’s goodbye kiss. Raindrops on the windshield, radio stations fading in and out. Cornfields bleak in all those gray, wide-open reaches. I...