But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.
I miss art. I miss art. Life would be worth living if I had art.
...even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.
Una sensación etérea en la barriga y el corazón aporreándole el pecho como si se estuviera cayendo, y cayendo.
If home isn't a place, what is it?' 'A feeling.
Weakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should.
She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.
But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.
[She] knows that it's fear that keeps her love in check. But what if falling in love is a sign not of weakness but of courage? What if it isnt falling or crashing but taking a leap?
[She] knows that it's fear that keeps her love in check. but what if falling in love i a sign not of weakness but of courage? what if it isnt falling or crashing but taking a leap?
—Mira, no entiendo todo lo que hemos pasado juntos, lo que significa todo esto. Pero lo que sí sé... —Se enjuga una lágrima de la cara—, lo que sé es que algún día lo echaré de menos, incluso las partes más duras, incluso los horrores. ...
When I first met you, I thought we were made for each other even though we seemed like opposites in some ways and we fought. But now..." "What?" "Now I feel like we weren't made for each other. We're making each other—into the people we should beco...
Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.
