But I felt that it was my heart which was broken. Something had broken in me to make me so cold and so perfectly still and far away.
The Americans have no sense of doom, none whatever. They do not recognize doom when they see it.
I do not know what I would do if you left me. For the first time I felt the suggestion of a threat in his voice—or I put it there. I have been alone so long—I do not think I would be able to live if I...
Giovanni had awakened an itch, had released a gnaw in me. I realized it one afternoon, when I was taking him to work via the Boulevard Montparnasse. We had bought a kilo of cherries and we were eating...
But she saw nothing in my eyes—she stared at me as though I had made a long journey on a white charger all the way to her prison house.
The morning weighs on my shoulders with the dreadful weight of hope and I take the blue envelope which Jacques has sent me and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watchin...
I had to get out of there for my face showed too much, the war in my body was dragging me down. My feet refused to carry me over to him again. The wind of my life was blowing me away.
No matter how it seems now, I must confess: I loved him. I do not think that I will ever love anyone like that again. And this might be a great relief if I did not also know that, when the knife has f...
He smiled, Why, you will go home and then you will find that home is not home anymore. Then you will really be in trouble. As long as you stay here, you can always think: One day I will go home. He pl...
I loved her as much as ever and I still did not know how much that was.
One of these days, he said. Everything bad will happen—one of these days.
Maybe everything bad that happens to you makes you weaker, said Giovanni, as though he had not heard me, and so you can stand less and less.
To begin with, the room was not large enough for two. It looked out on a small courtyard. 'Looked out' means only that the room had two windows, against which the courtyard malevolently pressed, encro...
I stared at absurd Paris, which was as cluttered now, under the scalding sun, as the landscape of my heart.