“Memory can refuse to let you forget what you’d like to and run away with what you want to remember. It’s an unreliable bitch, or your best friend. Sometimes, it’s both at once.”
“But sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.”
“I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.”
“But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts.”
“There are many things I don't know, but quite a few I do. I know you can't be lost if you know where you are. I know that life is full of precious and fragile things, and not all of them are pretty. I know that the sun follows the moon and makes days, one after another. Time passes. The world turns, and we turn with it, and though we can never go back to the beginning, sometimes, we can start again.”
“Sometimes,” Joe said after a bit, “it’s just easier to keep being what everyone expects you to be. Even if that’s what you’re not, anymore.”
“The hardest lies to detect are the ones surrounded by truth.”
“Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.”
“I waited for a long time and there was nothing but the pain of wanting something I couldn't seem to find.”
“Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?”
“From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories,” Joe said quietly. “They were all you, to me. All of them were you.”
“They’re like sharks. Circling. Cute, single guy, good job, nice car. It’s all they know about me.”
His tone was light but his expression serious.
Maybe that’s because it’s all you show them.”
Maybe it’s all they want to see.”
“If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.”
“I've done my best to drive you away, Sadie," he said suddenly. "But you've never left me.”
“We labored under the pretense that nothing had changed when everything had, and I understood him, but i no longer knew him.”
“They were all you, to me. All of them were you.”
“I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.”
“We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?”
“There seemed to be so much to say, but no words adequate to say it.”
“He was quiet. I said nothing, hoping that maybe, for once, he'd stop pretending he was okay. Then I could, too. That we could both forget the roles that had so long bound us.”
“My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.”
“Right and wrong, good and bad, the lines are blurred when it comes to matters of the heart. Anyone who has never felt that has no right to judge, and anyone who ever has won't have to.”
“I knew him, but I don't understand him.”
“A good sister is one who won't be embarrassed when you burst into tears in public. A better one will hand you tissues until you stop. The best is the one who will go get you another latte to go with the ginormous chocolate orgy she's already laid in front of you.”
“There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.”
“Te he visto una vez al mes durante dos años, y no era el único que contaba historias; lo único que pasa es que era el que usaba más palabras”
“Quien no ha sentido nunca algo así no tiene derecho a juzgar, y quien lo ha sentido no necesita hacerlo.”
“...tenía los Seis Síntomas Mortales de un Hombre Enamorado:
1. Incapacidad para pensar derecho.
2. Una alarmante propensión a sonreír en los momentos más extraños.
3. Pensamiento constante en el objeto de su deseo.
4. Absolutamente ningún interés en otros miembros del sexo opuesto.
5. Una sorprendente buena voluntad hacia el mundo en general.
6. Excitación sexual perpetúa.”
“I know I shouldn't feel guilty for being angry sometimes, or bitter" "Knowing something is beans.”
“Much is said about brilliance. Less attention is paid to those who live next to it. Spouses, children, assistants…if anyone thinks of us at all, it’s generally to remark upon how lucky we are to bask in the light of genius.”
“هنوز هم لاغر و استخوانیام ولی عضله پیدا کرده ام و چروکهای ریزی به چهرهام خط کشیدهاند. زشت نیستم ولی جذاب هم نیستم. بیشتر به درخت شبیهام تا به انسان؛ تنهٔ درخت کوچک جانسخت و قهوهای رنگی که به تمام نیروی خود محتاج است تا زنده بماند.”
“Dickinson left the rostrum to applause, loud shouts of approval. Franklin was surprised, looked toward Adams, who returned the look, shook his head. The chamber was dismissed, and Franklin pushed himself slowly up out of the chair. He began to struggle a bit, pain in both knees, the stiffness holding him tightly, felt a hand under his arm.
“Allow me, sir.” Adams helped him up, commenting as he did so, “We have a substantial lack of backbone in this room, I’m afraid.”
Franklin looked past him, saw Dickinson standing close behind, staring angrily at Adams, reacting to his words.
“Mr. Dickinson, a fine speech, sir,” said Franklin.
Adams seemed suddenly embarrassed, did not look behind him, nodded quickly to Franklin, moved away toward the entrance. Franklin saw Dickinson following Adams, began to follow himself. My God, let’s not have a duel. He slipped through the crowd of delegates, making polite acknowledgments left and right, still keeping his eye on Dickinson. The man was gone now, following Adams out of the hall. Franklin reached the door, could see them both, heard the taller man call out, saw Adams turn, a look of surprise. Franklin moved closer, heard Adams say, “My apologies for my indiscreet remark, sir. However, I am certain you are aware of my sentiments.” Dickinson seemed to explode in Adams’ face. “What is the reason, Mr. Adams, that you New England men oppose our measures of reconciliation? Why do you hold so tightly to this determined opposition to petitioning the king?” Franklin heard other men gathering behind him, filling the entranceway, Dickinson’s volume drawing them. He could see Adams glancing at them and then saying, “Mr. Dickinson, this is not an appropriate time...” “Mr. Adams, can you not respond? Do you not desire an end to talk of war?” Adams seemed struck by Dickinson’s words, looked at him for a long moment. “Mr. Dickinson, if you believe that all that has fallen upon us is merely talk, I have no response. There is no hope of avoiding a war, sir, because the war has already begun. Your king and his army have seen to that. Please, excuse me, sir.” Adams began to walk away, and Franklin could see Dickinson look back at the growing crowd behind him, saw a strange desperation in the man’s expression, and Dickinson shouted toward Adams, “There is no sin in hope!”
“His full name is Ignazio Vitale, although once, not so long ago, he urged me to call him
Naz. And it was Naz who charmed me, who won me over and made me melt. It wasn't until
later that I got to know the true Ignazio, and by the time I met Vitale, it was far too late to just
walk away.”
“I knew, for instance, that rooms where people slept exuded peculiarly human smells just as the goat pen smelt goaty and the cattle kraal bovine. It was common knowledge among the younger girls at school that the older girls menstruated into sundry old rags which they washed and reused and washed again. I knew, too, that the fact of menstruation was a shamefully unclean secret that should not be allowed to contaminate immaculate male ears by indiscreet reference to this type of first in their presence.”
“I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.”
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