#litbrl

"When faced with the inexplicable humans will find ways of explaining most horrors away"

«Life, after all, has not slipped free of its netting. There is no such life, slipping free: life is itself the netting, holding people in place, making sense of things. It is not possible to tear away the constraints and simply carry on a senseless existence. People, other people, make it impossible. But without other people, there would be no life at all. Judgement, reproval, disappointment, conflict: these are the means by which people remain connected to one another.»

"But the problem is, once you love someone, you can’t have it all anymore. Love comes with sacrifice. That’s how it works."

“I think just because you can't keep something doesn't mean it wasn't worth it. Nothing lasts forever. What matters is what we take with us.”

“As I shut the door, I notice marks in the wood. Long thin lines running down the length of the door at about the level of my shoulder. I run my fingers over the indentations. They almost seem like… Scratches. Like somebody was scraping at the door.”

“Wasn't it enough that our bodies, our limbs hurt? Why did we also have to hurt in our heart, the pain tucked so deeply in the soft tissue that we couldn't just pluck it out?”

«Tell me,” he said slowly. “What do I have to do to get you to stop asking me questions?” “Answer one of them.” He laughed. “Your curiosity has no sense of decency.»

By truly connecting with each other, we finally connected with the music. It was the best we’d ever skated, and we had the gold medal to prove it.»