Love wasn’t about reasons. It wasn’t about admiring fine qualities. Love was a language all on its own, composed of gestures that seemed incomprehensible, perhaps even pointless, to the outside observ...
Would she be able to bear never seeing him again? Never in this life?
She had made reason and common sense her gods. She had allowed people who did not know what she knew or understand what she unstood to be her mentors.
I came, he said.Good Lord! If there were an orator-of-the-year award, he would be in dire danger of winning it.
But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.
My life will be what I make it, he told her. That is true for all of us all the time. We cannot know what the future will bring or how the events of the future will make us feel. We cannot even plan a...
When I was nineteen, she said, I was in love with being in love, I think. And I was given no chance to discover how deep - or not deep - that love would have gone.
How dare he give her no opportunity to ignore him?
But the things is, you see, that two people can never actually become one no matter how close they are. And it would not be desirable even if it were possible. What would happen when one of them died?...
She had never believed in fate. She still did not. It would be nonsense of freedom of will and choice, and it was through such freedom that we worked our way through life and learned what we needed to...
Could a love of that magnitude die? If it was true love, could it ever die? Was there such a thing as true love?
Each, for me, has its own charms, though none can be considered strictly perfect adaptations.
—Ese es el inconveniente de los sueños, [...]No siempre se hacen realidad. Pero siempre aparecen nuevos sueños con los que reemplazar los antiguos. En el fondo somos una especie llena de esperanza.
Have you noticed, she asked him, how we live much of our lives in the past and most of the rest of it in the future? Have you noticed how often the present moment slips by quiet unnoticed?
He asked me not to kill myself - asked, not told. His wife had done that, he told me, and it was in a sense the ultimate act of selfishness since it left behind untold and endless suffering for those...
He had not forgiven her and doubted that he ever would or could. And during his own brief visit to her and the meeting at last evening’s ball she had shown no sign of wishing forgiveness.
Pleasure
It. And if you ever strike me, I shall hit back. If you ever use me in anger or out of a wish to punish, I shall leave you.
Sometimes now was enough.Sometimes it was everything.
When we last out at ourselves for having lost control, we are reminded that we never can be in total control, that all life asks of us is to do our best to cope with what is handed to us.
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