Missing rubs the soul raw.
Sarah DunantBut anyone who has been that young knows that the great grief of love is that your body feels the most when it knows the least.
Sarah DunantSo if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.
Sarah DunantOutside, the city is changing. While we have been talking of God's laws and seacrets of the earth, a cold fog has come rolling off the sea, pushing through the allys, sliding over the water, rubbing up agienst the cold stone. As I walk the street falls away behind me, the shop's blue awning lost within seconds. People move like ghosts, their voices disconnected from their bodies; as fast as they loom up they dissapear agien. The fog is so dense that by the time I have crossed toward the Merceria, I can barely see the ground under my feet or tell if the gloom is weather of the beginning of dusk.
Sarah DunantObsessed? I don't know what the word means. I know there were times when I couldn't think of anything else. I used to stay in every weeknight in the hope that he might get free and call me. It felt like I had a disease I didn't want to get rid of. I suppose that's a definition of obsession, yes.
Sarah DunantThe Devil may take the reckless, but the good will surely die of boredom. Boredom and frustration.
Sarah Dunantyou draw"
(the painter)
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If grace belongs to God, there are those who say that luck belongs to the Devil and that he looks after his own.
Sarah DunantShe is only a young woman who did not want to become a nun. The world is full of them.
Sarah DunantSomeone told me much later that you always know the people who are going to make a difference in your life, from the very first time you set eyes on them, even if you do not like them at all. And I had noticed him, as he had me. God help us.
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