God has had His chance to free me, and for reasons known to Him alone, He has pinned me to ill fortune, and although I have struggled, I am run through and through with disaster; I am knifed to the hilt with fate.
Hannah KentEverything I said was taken from me and altered until the story wasn’t my own.
Hannah KentThe only thing I could think of was, if you move, you will crumble. If you breathe, you will collapse.
Hannah KentThose who are not being dragged to their deaths cannot understand how the heart grows hard and sharp, until it is a nest of rocks with only an empty egg in it.
Hannah KentAny woman knows that a thread, once woven, is fixed in place; the only way to smooth a mistake is to let it all unravel.
Hannah KentShe invented her own language to say what everyone else could only feel.
Hannah KentThe treachery of a friend is worse than that of a foe.
Hannah KentHe had a lot of enemies. But whether those folks were wronged or just jealous is hard to say. Stories have a way of boiling over
Hannah KentThe shore is of pebbles, and huge tangles of seaweed float in the bay and look like the hair of the drowned.
Hannah KentIn the cowshed, my head hard against the floor, Natan broke the very yolk of my soul.
Hannah Kent« ; premier précédent
Page 4 de 5.
suivant dernier » ;
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.