He grieved too, Klara said, for the loss of a certain idea of himself.
Nothing at all to change: what a thing to want in the midst of war.
The names of the list mean something. Every one. They mean something to me.Everyone means something to someone.
How astounding that the largest thing he'd ever seen was still no match for the diminishing effect of distance. It made him aware of his own smallness in the world, his insignificance in the face of w...
With her husband as she
Life, oblivious to his grief, continued
Practice at hunger makes the fast easier.
I'm not named after the character,' she said. 'I'm named after the opera.
It all seemed grossly unfair. He wanted nothing at all to change
At times, circumstances conspire to make us believe the lies we tell ourselves. Everything- the weather, the season, the fall of light- sets the stage for our play; we find ourselves, instead of actin...
Puerile passion.
There is nothing wrong with you. God asks the most of those he loves best.
But was it cowardice to call out a lie, to insist on truth?
Still, he could feel a fine cord stretched between them, a thin luminous fiber that ran from his chest all the way across the continent and forked into theirs. Never before had he lived through a feve...
Judaism offered no Shivah for lost love. There was no Kaddish to say, no candle to burn...no injunction against listening to music or going to work.
He allowed himself to imagine for the first time that the rest of his life might not be shaped by the misery of his past.
Gide,
And what if I fail?Ah! Then you'll have a story to tell.
This is the Centre Americain de Secours. What is more American than wild hope?
The [bird's] nest with its streamers was a final unbidden touch: It was what human hands had not brought to the building, and could not remove. It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: It...