About your easy heads my prayers
I said with syllables of clay.
What gift, I asked, shall I bring now
Before I weep and walk away?

Take, they replied, the oak and laurel.
Take our fortune of tears and live
Like a spendthrift lover. All we ask
Is the one gift you cannot give.

Tana French

Mots clés love poem

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If she had hurt me, I could have forgiven her without even having to think about it; but I couldn't forgive her for being hurt.

Tana French

Mots clés emotion

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If you put your energy into how much a fall would hurt, you're already half way down.

Tana French

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I found out early that you can throw yourself away, missing what you've lost.

Tana French

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I’m the least fanciful guy around, but on nights when I wonder whether there was any point to my day, I think about this: the first thing we ever did, when we started turning into humans, was draw a line across the cave door and say: Wild stays out. What I do is what the first men did. They built walls to keep back the sea. They fought the wolves for the hearth fire.

Tana French

Mots clés man wild

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