It's been six months since she died. But Ove still inspects the whole house twice a day to feel the radiators and check that she hasn't sneakily turned up the heating.
The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.
Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving, and so, never die.
Ketika kita bertemu orang yang tepat untuk dicintai, Ketika kita berada di tempat pada saat yang tepat, Itulah kesempatan. Ketika kita bertemu dengan seseorang yang membuatmu tertarik, Itu bukan pilihan, itu kesempatan. Bertemu dalam suatu peristiwa ...
The dog always dies. Go to the library and pick out a book with an award sticker and a dog on the cover. Trust me, that dog is going down.
A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.
Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.
Se uno vuole farsi fuori, come si fa a impedirglielo? A me vogliono farmi fuori in tanti, ma non mi hanno tolto la voglia di vivere.
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.
Questa è una storia d'amore. Non immaginavo che l'amore potesse declinarsi in così tanti generi, nè che l'amore potesse indurre le persone a fare le cose più disparate. Non immaginavo che esistessero modi tanto diversi di dirsi addio.
When his brain died, all of the memories held in his gray matter, along with all of the knowledge he had acquired, would simply evaporate in a flood of chemical reactions.
The way those old memories kept bubbling to the surface in the present tense was disturbing. It was as if the past had never died; as if on some level of time's great tower, everything was still happening.
I only knew the schoolbooks said he "died in the wilderness, of a broken heart." "More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent.
Kadang kita menemukan teman, sahabat, saudara di tempat yang tidak kita duga. Dan mungkin juga cinta. Tapi yang paling menyenangkan dalam sebuah perjalanan adalah menemukan itu semua, termasuk cinta. Apa pun bentuknya.
No one knows, at sight a masterpiece. And give up verse, my boy, There's nothing in it. Likewise a friend of Bloughram's once advised me: Don't kick against the pricks, Accept opinion. The Nineties tried your game And died, there's nothing in it.
You're like a tornado of bullshit right now. We'll talk again when your bullshit dies out over someone else's house.
sukarnya menjadi seorang anak. membantah dikata tidak mendengar, mengiyakan sahaja hati juga yang parah. di mana mahu diluah resah yang terkumpul, kemana mahu dialirkan jiwa yang sedang luka. kini baru dia sedar betapa payahnya untuk menjaga perasaan...
She was a goddess personified, her breasts so soft and round he could've buried his head between them, suffocated, and died a happy man.
Father never went into depth about what happened if I woke up, unable to remember how I’d died, but most definitely in the hands of those not selected to have s’mores and sleepovers for all of eternity.
Jesus died on the cross not only so I wouldn't have to go to hell, but also to give me an abundant life on this Earth.
I have loved and lost in so many different ways. And I have died endless deaths… So when I ask myself, the question today, who am I? My answer is…I do not know.
