You know, when you're unhappy you don't have the strength left to take care of others. But it doesn't mean you don't love them.
Love sometimes makes people ruthless in a way that not even hatred can.
Jealousy is a disease, it's like a poison.
Inutile piangere sul latte versato. (No use crying over spilled milk.)
I think part of me doesn't want to remember him, for fear of missing him too much.
Maybe that's what happens with age, I thought. All your life you force yourself to forget people who have hurt you, but as you get older and weaker their memory surfaces again, like a bubble in the water. You have to surrender, because you feel to ti...
I can't say why some memories float and other sink.
You'll understand me when you're older. Then you'll see how men can blind you. And I mean blind you. To the point that you're no longer yourself.
Passion - eventually it cools.
It may be possible to forget our past but our past is not going to forget us.
You chose to live here now. You should try to live in the present.
Are you lovers?" "Excuse me?" "Do you mind my asking you?" "Yes." "It's off the record." "Then why do you need to know?" Daniel Moore smiled. A large, happy smile. "Because I would like to ask you to dinner.
It was nice to borrow a slice of extra time.
Telling the truth can be a dirty job.
[she felt] sorry for herself, for getting older, for being mortal, for all the music she still wanted to hear, the books she intended to read, the places she had meant to visit, the things she had promised herself she'd learn one day [...] and probab...
Perhaps she just needed to remind herself more often how that gold was still floating above her head, it's minuscule particles visible only when pierced by a certain light.
How can I explain this? Why is it you can never hope to describe the emotion Africa creates? You are lifted. Out of whatever pit, unbound from whatever tie, released from whatever fear. You are lifted and you see it all from above. Your pit, your tie...
I didn't go there lightly. I knew even then that this was the beginning of something very hard to reverse. But I couldn't do otherwise now: I was too possessed
I had fallen out of my secure world, precipitated beyond the territories I had only begun to control so skillfully. What a foolish step to take. What an insane move to make.
Suddenly it all seemed luminously clear. Love had very little to do with fear and emotional sabotage; love had to do with trust.
