The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
In real life, of course, it is the hare that wins. Every time. Look around you.
Anita BrooknerProblems of human behavior still continue to baffle us, but at least in the Library we have them properly filed.
Anita BrooknerYou never know what you will learn till you start writing. Then you discover truths you never knew existed.
Dr Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature
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[…] as if the next thing must quickly come along to occupy her, or the abyss might open. What abyss? The abyss that waits for all of us, when all our actions seem futile, when the ability to fill the day seems stalled, and the waiting takes on an edge of dread.
Anita Brookner[...] death is only a small interruption.
Anita BrooknerTags: death
[…] nobody grows up. Everyone carries around all the selves that they have ever been, intact, waiting to be reactivated in moments of pain, of fear, of danger. Everything is retrievable, every shock, every hurt. But perhaps it becomes a duty to abandon the stock of time that one carries within oneself, to discard it in favour of the present, so that one’s embrace may be turned outwards to the world in which one has made one’s home.
Anita Brookner[...] no man is free of his own history.
Anita BrooknerTags: past
Hartmann had the ideas and Fibich did the worrying: it suited them both perfectly.
Anita BrooknerTags: complement
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