Apocalypse

“Sometimes you’re not cut out to be the you that you have in your mind.”

“There’s a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don’t mean for now, or until I’ve found somebody else, I mean forever. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or once or never again, there’ll always be a small quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you.”

“The fact is that five years ago I was, as near as possible, a different person to what I am tonight. I, as I am now, didn’t exist at all. Will the same thing happen in the next five years? I hope so.”

“Spending time with books has its painful side like everything else […]”

“It’s hard to be always the same person.”

Siamo ai primi di luglio e già il pensiero è entrato in moratoria. Drammi non se ne vedono, se mai disfunzioni. Che il ritmo della mente si dislenti, questo inspiegabilmente crea serie preoccupazioni. Meglio si affronta il tempo quando è folto, mezza giornata basta a sbaraccarlo. Ma ora ai primi di luglio ogni secondo sgoccia e l’idraulico è in ferie.

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

Nothing in the world pleases her so well as solitude. She is happiest alone in the country. She loves rambling alone in her woods. She loves going out by herself at night. She loves hiding from callers. She loves walking among her trees and musing.

My only anxiety is, how can I be of use in the world?

Never make fun of someone who speaks broken English. It means they know another language.