What she wants to say has to do not only with joy but with the penetrating, constant fear that is joy's other half.
Welcome to the darker side of love.
This is a Southern gift, isn't it - tremendous self-regard diluted with humor and modesty. That's what they mean by Southern charm, right?
These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.
There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.
Sometimes the fabric that separates us tears just enough for love to shine through. Sometimes the tear is surprisingly small.
Something like anger, but the anger of a philosopher, the anger of a poet, an anger directed at the transience of the world, at its heartbreaking beauty that collides constantly with our awareness of...
Sim, pensa Clarissa, está na hora deste dia acabar. Nós damos nossas festas; abandonamos nossas famílias para viver no Canadá; nós nos digladiamos para escrever livros que não mudam o mundo, a despeit...
She'd never imagined it like this-when she thought of someone (a woman like herself)losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations; but at that moment it had seemed clear that there...
She is an attractive, robust, fleshy, large-headed woman several years younger than Laura (it seems that every one, suddenly, is at least slightly younger than she).
She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself.
Ránk telepedett a csönd, az a fajta jótét hallgatás, amely időről időre megszakítja idegenek hétköznapi beszélgetését, és lehetővè teszi, hogy baj nélkül visszatérjenek életük ismerős keretei közé.
One of the reasons ordinary people are incapable of magic is simple dearth of conviction.
Maybe – let’s not rule it out – this will be the song that cuts clean, the one that matters, the one that sheds standard-issue romance and reveals, under its old skin, a raw blood-red devotion deeper...
Love, it seems, arrives not only unannounced, but so accidentally, so randomly, as to make you wonder why you, why anyone, believes even fleetingly in laws of cause and effect.
Is this what it's like to go crazy? She'd never imagined it like this.
I know you. I've seen it. And, knowing all, I release you.
Here they are, this once-prosperous couple, shocked, altered, dragged before the seat of the conqueror who'd promised it was only the servants and petty thieves who'd suffer.
He says, 'I don't know if I can face this. You know. The party and the ceremony, and then the hour after that, and the hour after that.''You don't have to go to the party. You don't have to go to the...
He feels, as he sometimes does, as most people must, a presence in the room, what he can only think of as his and Rebecca's living ghosts, the amalgamation of their dreams and their breathing, their s...