He remained heartbroken, which meant one of two things: either his love was pure and true and earthshakingly significant; or he was addicted to feeling forlorn, he liked being heartbroken.
He left in a state of distraction and a winter coat.
Everyone struggles against despair, but it always wins in the end. It has to. It's the thing that lets us say goodbye.
El doctor Armonson le cosió los cortes de las muñecas y a los cinco minutos de la transfusión la declaró fuera de peligro. Tras acariciarle la barbilla, le dijo:-¿Qué haces aquí, guapa? Si todavía no...
Discussing it later, many of us felt we suffered a mental dislocation at that moment, which only grew worse through the course of the remaining deaths. The prevailing symptom of this state was an inab...
Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.
All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected wat...
Every now and then he would tilt his head back so that his sunglasses reflected sky, and would say, I love her. Every time he said it he seemed delivered of a profundity that amazed him, as though he...
Within the substandard construction of the Charlevoix church, literally upon a shaky foundation, I was baptized into the Orthodox faith; a faith that had existed long before Protestantism had anything...
What was interesting about being the needy one was how much in love you felt. It was almost worth it. This dependency was what Leonard had guarded himself against feeling all his life, but he couldn't...
What really mattered in life, what gave it weight, was death.
What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a huma...
We stood silent. After a moment I said, Real Geniuses never think they're geniuses.Who says?Me.Because why?Because genius is nine-tenths perspiration. Haven't you ever heard that? As soon as you you'...
To start with, look at all the books.
Though he’d never been religious, he realized now that he’d always believed in the soul, in a force of personality that survived death. But as his mind continued to waver, to short-circuit, he finally...
Thinking back, we decided the girls had been trying to talk to us all along, to elicit our help, but we’d been too infatuated to listen. Our surveillance had been so focused we missed nothing but a si...
There are some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the truest things.
Their desire was silent yet magnificent, like a thousand daisies attuning their faces toward the path of the sun.
The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.
The humming of my parents' voices from behind my bedroom wall, which throughout my childhood had filled me with a sense of security, had now become a source of anxiety and panic.