Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.
Edna O'Brienالجسد يحوي الكثير من قصص الحياة تماما مثل المخ.
Edna O'BrienAfter that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart.
Edna O'BrienOh dark woman
With a shawl and ribs
I could have served him better
With my shanties.
But men do love the shimmer
And so his ghost
Is hacked in half between us
The dark me and the dark you.
It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.
Edna O'BrienMoney talks, but tell me why all it says is just Goodbye.
Edna O'BrienOh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.
Edna O'BrienTags: love
I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.
Edna O'BrienTags: love
The words ran away with me.
Edna O'BrienI was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.
Edna O'BrienTags: love loneliness lonely
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