in the arts of covertcy, it is death to second-guess oneself.
Jacqueline CareyIt is all we can do to try. It is enough.
Jacqueline CareyThere would be love, and while it was mine, I could cling to it. I could rejoice -- in life, in the existence of love. In the existence of people like Phedre and Joscelin. Although the standards they set were impossibly high, still, I could rejoice that such courage and compassion existed in the world. I could hope and aspire.
Jacqueline CareyMots clés life love hope aspire
I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.
Jacqueline CareyTrue friendship must be akin to romance, I think; only without all the anguish and anxiety.
Jacqueline CareyMots clés friendship love romance
An awkward silence descended between us. Where did that phrase come from? I wonder. Silence descended. Descended from where exactly? Was it hovering over us like the alien spaceship in Independence Day? Maybe it wasn't really silence so much as it was the smothering weight of something unsaid, words we'd kept at bay, kept in the air, by talking about other things.
Jacqueline CareyMots clés silence
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