And so, he knows. He wants, he needs, to do the immoral, irresponsible thing. He wants to let this boy court his own destruction. He wants to commit that cruelty. Or (kinder, gentler version) he doesn...
And so, a never-ending, rather edgy conversation between them, an undercurrent of roiling sound that reminded them they were married, they had two sons, they were living a life, they had preparations...
Accept that, like many men, you have a streak of the homoerotic in you. Why would you, why would anyone, want to be that straight?
A što s beskrajnim trudom da pronađeš ravnotežu između osjećaja i ironije, ljepote i strogosti, i pritom otvoriš pukotinu u supstanci svijeta kroz koju bi mogla zasjati istina za smrtnike?
A sensation rose in him, a high tingling of his blood. There came a wave, a wind that recognized him, that did not love him or hate him. He felt what he knew as the rising of his self, the shifting in...
Когато погледна към новата книга върху нощното шкафче, поставена върху книгата, която довърши снощи, тя автоматично протегна ръка към нея, сякаш четенето бе нейното най-важно задължение през деня и ед...
Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk. The anticipation of dinner and a book.
It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a wa...
Я хотела сказать ему, что мертвым мы должны еще меньше, чем живым, и что наша единственная, хотя и весьма сомнительная, возможность счастья — в безусловном приветствии перемен.
Това, което понякога ме тревожеше, бе простата дружелюбност на всичко това. Живеехме в свят на доброта и домашен ред. Понякога се виждах като Снежанка, която живее при джуджетата. Джуджетата се грижел...
Но есть одна вещь, которая ее действительно мучает — это торт. Он вызывает у нее жгучее чувство стыда, и она ничего не может с этим поделать. Это всего лишь сахар, мука и яйца; неизбежное несовершенст...
Возможно, в свойственной юности расточительности мы легко и чуть ли не произвольно раздариваем наши привязанности, безосновательно полагая, что у нас всегда будет что еще предложить.
Youth is the only sexy tragedy.
You want to give him the book of his own life, the book that will locate him, parent him, arm him for the changes.
Who wouldn’t want to fuck these people up? Which of us does not understand, in our own less presentable depths, the demons and wizards compelled to persecute human mutations clearly meant, by deities...
What do you do when you're no longer the hero of your own story?
Welcome to the darker side of love.
We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowl...
Vrag je glavobolja; vrag je glas u zidu; vrag je peraja što siječe tamne valove. Vrag je kratko, cvrkutavo ništa koje je bilo drozdov život. Vrag usisava sve ljepote svijeta, sve nade, a ono što ostaj...
Venture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself. You end up just sailing from port to port.