Think of ‘à Dieu,’ madame. It’s the Provençal way to wish a person to be with God when you meet him as well as when you leave him.
Things that have been lost and then found are doubly precious, don't you think. People too.
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...
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 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...
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 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 know. But it’s got to be this way, that she isn’t sure, so people looking at it a long time from now, women and men too, might feel badly, might even weep that at some ignorant time there was once a...
How does one end a moment like this? It would kill her to feel him pull away. She had to be first. In a moment. One moment more. Yes. Now
Before this I had always held back, had never lived freely, not with Pietro, not even with Palmira, but here, where nothing was known, I did not fear judgment, and because Father and I shared the same...
What the world calls failure, I call learning.
Train yourselves by seeking and acknowledging beauty moment by moment every day of your lives,
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 heaviness of forgiveness descended the moment after I wrote the words.
Sì. Ma la bellezza non è tutto. E' meglio essere assetati di bellezza e comprenderla, che essere belli e basta. Alla fine la vita risulta più ricca. Un giorno forse lo imparerà.
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...
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 need to worry. Diamonds are made under pressure, and you’re our brilliant Claire.
Maybe that's what love was -- walking willingly into the unknown for the sake of the other.