No need to worry. Diamonds are made under pressure, and you’re our brilliant Claire.
If two people love the same thing, she reasoned, then they must love each other, at least a little, even if they never say it.
I had always held the notion that if two people love the same thing, they must love each other as well, but now the memories of that love had been tarnished by betrayal.
Exercise your eyes. Take pleasure in the grace of shape and the excitement of color.
Amar es ponerse al cuello el nudo corredizo de la ilusión; adorar a alguien mientras pareces asfixiarte. Pero incluso el amor no correspondido, el amor fugaz, es mejor que nada.
A hard choice. Water or books. Hmm. One could always have wine instead.
Life we can’t control, she thought. We must accept the cork we are and stay afl, and bob gaily when we can. She
Docks—I thought of these acts as love offerings to me. Despite the time and intensity he gave to others, he made me feel that I was the vessel into which he was pouring his best self. I realized I had...
What I want to do and what I have to do are always fighting each other like alley cats.
To celebrate, I decorated my mess tin with a yellow dandelion blossom. It looked like the sun I so rarely see. Van Gogh would have liked it.
The winsome lilt of Digna humming in the garden. Her knowing, almost teasing look, not quite a smile, when she knew she had the upper hand about something, and his willing acquiescence. Her coaxing in...
The heaviness of forgiveness descended the moment after I wrote the words.
Should I explain to him Galileo’s discovery that we are not what we thought—that our lives are made smaller by the unimportance of our dwelling place on the periphery, like a touch of color at the edg...
She sat very still, listening to a stream gurgling, the breeze soughing through upper branches, the melodious kloo-klack of ravens, the nyeep-nyeep of nuthatches - all sounds chokingly beautiful. She...
She remembered wishing, one particular morning... that she might someday have someone to write to, that she could write at the end of a letter full of love and news, As ever, your loving Magdalena Eli...
Poor fool, ruining his life for a piece of cloth smeared with mineral paste, for a fake, I had to tell myself, a mere curiosity.
No matter where life takes you...the place where you stand at any moment is holy ground. Love hard and love wide and love long, and you will find goodness in it.
In this universe where I knew now we were not the center, where I was as insignificant and unremarkable as a grain of salt seen from a tower, God still allowed me to take my next breath.
If I don’t love the feelings I have while creating those windows, I’m only working for coin and not from soul.
I had brought something out of the earth, and it was used to make something beautiful.