For how much longer will we have the strength to tear ourselves away from everyday life and resist? How often will life give us the chance to play hooky? To thumb our noises at it? Or make our little honorarium on the side? When will we lose one another and in what way will the ties be stretched beyond repair?

How much longer until we become too old?

And I know we were all aware of this. I know what we're like.

We're too shy to talk about it, but at that precise moment on our journey, we knew.

Author: Anna Gavalda

For how much longer will we have the strength to tear ourselves away from everyday life and resist? How often will life give us the chance to play hooky? To thumb our noises at it? Or make our little honorarium on the side? When will we lose one another and in what way will the ties be stretched beyond repair? <br /><br />How much longer until we become too old?<br /><br />And I know we were all aware of this. I know what we're like.<br /><br />We're too shy to talk about it, but at that precise moment on our journey, we knew. - Anna Gavalda



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