He and I had already had our time, and though it was still very close and real to me, as beautiful and poignant as any place on a map, it was, in truth, another time—another country.
Paula McLainIn some ways, it was as if nothing had changed. Our bodies knew each other so well we didn’t have to think about how to move. But when it was over and we lay still, I felt a terrible sadness come down because I loved him as much as I ever did.
Paula McLainAll that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.
Paula McLainMaybe no one can know how it is for anyone else.
Paula McLainThere was only today to throw yourself into without thinking about tomorrow, let alone forever. To keep you from thinking, there was liquor, an ocean's worth at least, all the usual vices and plenty of rope to hang yourself with.
Love is a beautiful liar.
I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant.
Paula McLainHe didn't know how love managed to be a garden one moment and war the next.
Paula McLainYou make your life with someone and you love that person and you think it's enough. But it's never enough, is it?
I couldn't say. I don't know anything about love anymore.
I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight.
Paula McLainAll her stories seemed to involve rowboats and ukuleles, full moons and campfires and grog. I was desperately jealous.
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