Vi har aldri vært velorganiserte lesere som leser en bok helt ut på noen slags logisk måte. Vi bukter oss ut og inn av ord, som turister på en sightseeingbuss man kan hoppe av og på.
Eleanor BrownThese were the kind [of letters] you save, folded into a memory box, to be opened years later with fingers against crackling age, heart pounding with the sick desire to be possessed by memory.
Eleanor BrownWe all have stories we tell ourselves. We tell ourselves we are too fat, or too ugly, or too old, or too foolish. We tell ourselves these stories because they allow us to excuse our actions and they allow us to pass off the responsibilities for things we have done, maybe for something within our control, but anything other than the decisions we have made. . . There are times in our lives that we have to realize that our past is precisely what it is and we cannot change it. But we can change the story we tell ourselves about it, and by doing that, we can change the future.
Eleanor BrownHe had the singular ability to knock down her carefully bricked defenses, which was a compliment to them both and the secret to their love.
Eleanor BrownMots clés love
She remembered one of her boyfriends asking, offhandedly, how many books she read in a year. "A few hundred," she said.
"How do you have the time?" he asked, gobsmacked.
She narrowed her eyes and considered the array of potential answers in front of her. Because I don't spend hours flipping through cable complaining there's nothing on?
Hun stupte inn i bøkene, etterlignet hver bidige figur hun møtte der. Hun leste en historie om en jente som satt og leste i klesskapet mens hun spiste kjeks med sjokoladebiter i, og da gjorde hun det samme. Hun leste Nancy Drew og Hardyguttene og lette etter ledetråder overalt, skrev dem ned i Harriet spion-notisboka si, selv om hun aldri fikk noe mer ut av dem enn stadig tilbakevendende skuffelser. Hun prøvde å rømme og gjøre som millioner av barn i millioner av bøker, men hun og kofferten med bilde av en liten, gammeldags jente med kysehatt på, kom aldri lenger enn til rododendronbuskene før hun mistet motet.
Eleanor BrownWe all have stories we tell ourselves. We tell ourselves we are too fat, or too ugly, or too old, or too foolish. We tell ourselves these stories because they allow us to excuse our actions, and they allow us to pass off the responsibility for things we have done - maybe to something within our control, but anything other than the decisions we have made...And it is past time, I think, for you to stop telling that particular story, and tell the story of yourself. Stop defining yourself in terms of them. You don't just have to exist in the empty spaces they leave. There are times in our lives when we have to realize our past is precisely what it is, and we cannot change it. But we can change the story we tell ourselves about it, and by doing that, we can change the future.
Eleanor BrownOur parents' love is not some grand passion, there are no swoons of lust, no ball gowns and tuxedos, but here is the truth: they have not spent a night apart since the day they married.
How can we ever hope to find a love to live up to that?
Mots clés inspirational love marriage-life
Fa' ogni giorno una cosa che ti spaventa" disse mamma. "Eleanor Roosevelt
Eleanor BrownLa città, quel tuo desiderio bruciante di libertà, che cosa ti ha dato? Rumore e furore, che non significa nulla. Potrai anche credere che sono un vecchio pazzo fuori di cervello, ma da che io e tua madre abbiamo scelto questa vita, non abbiamo mai avuto rimpianti. Mi guadagno quello che mangio, tutto quello che ho ce l'ho indosso, non mi va di odiare nessuno, non invidio nessuno per la sua felicità".
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