“You can love the ocean, and many do, but don't expect it to love you back. It's too forever”
― Cody McFadyen, quote from The Face of Death
“I'll sing forever and never hear a word.”
― Cody McFadyen, quote from The Face of Death
“His story remains behind, echoing inside me, a tale of impossible choices.”
― Cody McFadyen, quote from The Face of Death
“Reden wir über Schmerz. Schmerz ist eine Form von Energie. Er kann erzeugt werden wie Elektrizität. Er kann fließen wie Strom. Er kann gleichmäßig sein oder pulsierend. Er kann stark und überwältigend sein, oder schwach und störend. Schmerz kann einen Mann zum Reden bringen. Was viele Menschen nicht wissen - Schmerz kann einen Mann zum Nachdenken bringen. Er kann einen Menschen nach seinem Abbild formen. Er kann ihn zu dem machen, was er selbst ist. Ich kenne den Schmerz. Ich habe ihn verstanden. Er hat mich Dinge gelehrt. Zum Beispiel, dass die Menschen ihn fürchten. Zugleich können sie viel mehr Schmerzen ertragen, als sie glauben. Wenn ich dir beispielsweise sage, dass ich dir eine Nadel in den Arm ramme, wirst du Angst bekommen. Wenn ich es tatsächlich tue, wird der Schmerz unerträglich sein. Aber wenn ich es wieder tue, und wieder und wieder, jede Stunde, ein ganzes Jahr lang, wirst du dich daran gewöhnen. Es wird dir niemals gefallen, doch du fürchtest dich auch nicht mehr davor. Genau darum geht es.”
― Cody McFadyen, quote from The Face of Death
“Kauf nie ein Buch um der Bewunderung anderer wegen.”
― Cody McFadyen, quote from The Face of Death
“Most people can’t truly conceive of being in a place where death might be preferable to life. Life is strong. It grips you in many ways, from the beating of your heart, to the sun on your face, to the feel of the ground beneath your feet. It grasps you.”
― Cody McFadyen, quote from The Face of Death
“Real people are messy and complicated and generally inconvenient, but at least they are there,”
― Cody McFadyen, quote from The Face of Death
“Having a ten-year-old daughter can be like living with a fairy. Something magical.”
― Cody McFadyen, quote from The Face of Death
“Той харесва това, което прави. Използването на острие е нещо лично. То е гневна постъпка, но също така е акт на удоволствие. Като да убиеш любовница. Единственото по-интимно е да убиваш с голи ръце. С острие убиваш непознатата, която обичаш. Това е знак на уважение, благодарност за смъртта, с която те дарява. - Обгръщам кървавата стая с жест. - Пускането на кръв може да бъде интимно или лично. Кръвта е живот. Режеш непознатата, която обичаш, за да си близо до кръвта, когато започне да тече. Кръвта също така е пътека към смъртта. Източваме кръвта на прасетата по сравнително същия начин. Въпросът е как ги приема той? Като прасета или любовници? Дали са нищо за него, или са всичко?”
― Cody McFadyen, quote from The Face of Death
“AD Jones' Büro ist fensterlos und nüchtern. Er hat sich ein Eckbüro mit großartiger Aussicht nehmen können, doch als ich ihn einmal deswegen gefragt habe, lautete seine Antwort sinngemäß: "Ein guter Chef sollte nicht allzu viel Zeit im Büro verbringen." p. 26”
― Cody McFadyen, quote from The Face of Death
“Brenda was six when she fell out of the apple tree.”
― Norman Mailer, quote from The Executioner's Song
“And swore that whatever the obstacles before me, I should be Queen of England.”
― Philippa Gregory, quote from The Constant Princess
“Now you see, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse (...); "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures.”
― Charles Dickens, quote from Hard Times
“I look down at our knees, slightly touching. Jeans against jeans. Does she notice the heat transferring from her body to mine? Does she even realize what she's doing to me? I know, I know. I'm not a virgin and the slightest touch of a girl's knee is driving me insane. I don't even know what I'm feeling for Maggie, I just know that I'm feeling. It's something I've tried to avoid and deny until yesterday, when I held her in my arms while her tears spilled onto my shirt.
God, our knees touching isn't enough. I need more.
She's knotting her fingers together on her lap as if she doesn't know what to do with them. I want to touch her, but what if she pulls away like before? I've never been such a wuss with a girl in my life.
I bite my bottom lip as I slide my hand about millionth of a millimeter closer to her hand.
She doesn't seem fazed so I move closer. And closer.
When the tips of my fingers touch her wrist, she freezes. But she doesn't jerk her hand away. God, her skin is so soft, I think as my fingers trail a path from her wrist to her knuckles to her smooth, manicured nails.
I swear touching her like this is driving me nuts. It's more erotic, more intense than any other time with Kendra. I feel awkward and inexperienced as a freshman again. I look up. Everyone else is oblivious to the intensity of emotions running rampant in the back of the public bus.
When I look back down at my hand covering hers, I'm grateful she hasn't come to her senses and pulled away. As if she knows my thoughts, we both turn our hands at the same time so our hands are palm against palm...finger against finger. Her hand is dwarfed against mine. It makes her seem more delicate and petite than I'd realize. I feel a need to protect her and be her champion should she ever need one.
With a slight shift of my hand, I lace my fingers through hers.
I'm holding hands. With Maggie Armstrong.
I'm not even going to think about how wrong it is because it feels so right. She's avoided looking right at me, but now she turns her head and our eyes lock. God, how come I never noticed before how long her lashes were and how her brown eyes have specks of gold that sparkle when the sun shine on them?
The bus stops suddenly and I look out the window. It's our stop. She must have realized this because she pulls her hand away from mine and stands. I follow behind, still reeling.”
― Simone Elkeles, quote from Leaving Paradise
“I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park.
Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.”
― Sarah Dessen, quote from Dreamland
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