Why was it that silence sometimes felt like a physical thing with a weight of its own?
Why had peace given place so soon to turmoil? To two separate solitudes? Because peace had been without thought? Without...integrity?How could she have felt like that without love?Was love essential?D...
We often do not say what is in our hearts, he said, to those who are closest and most dear to us.
We all learn to bury a broken heart beneath layers of dignity
They knew only how to see what was wrong in their lives and in the world and never what was right. And that was precisely what she was doing now when thinking of them, Gwen realized with a mental shak...
There was something different about his face. It was not quite smiling, but the disciplined austerity had somehow gone from it. It was as though he had allowed some of himself to come out from that pl...
Sometimes sexuality was more compelling when it was not overt.
Sometimes one feels the need of a word more powerful than love, or at least one more exclusive to the love of one's heart.
Sometimes even the imagination lets one down.
She looked like someone he must have known all his life. She looked like a little piece of home - whatever the devil his mind meant by presenting him with that odd idea.
She looked at him, her eyes brimming with laughter again. Joel sat gazing at her, wondering how much attention she was drawing from the other occupants of the room. But, however much it was, she seeme...
Robert...When you are eighty-two years old, know that there is an eighty-year-old woman somewhere who loves you. Isn’t that a delightful thought to keep you going for the next fifty years or so?You wi...
Perhaps we should do the learning - and learn not to communicate, or to do it in a different way. Now there is a thought. Perhaps we could learn your peace if we could share your silence.
One who has conquered every aspect of his pain except the deepest.
One day you will learn that love does not always betray you.
No courage is needed if there is no fear, after all,
My mind cannot grasp forever, she told him. There must surely be an end somewhere. But the big question is-what it beyond the end?
Miss Heyden, he said at last, I have not even seen your face.
Love, I have discovered, does not judge. It just is.
Living is not merely a matter of staying alive, is it? It is what you do with your life and the fact of your survival that counts.