If we lose each other, we’ll meet where it’s spring.
Antonia MichaelisTag: love
That cloak of love you were wearing—he’s torn it to shreds, undoing the seams of trust that held it together. How can you ever wear those shreds?
Antonia MichaelisTag: love literature trust metaphor
There was the place where all the shouted words fall into the water. They’re too weak to make it from shore to shore. I saw the words underwater, millions of them; they’re lying there on the bottom of the sea, a whole load of wrecked sentences, sentences that never reached their destination, questions from one side and answers from the other…
Antonia MichaelisAdults were always quick to tell her how much she looked like her mother, and how little like her father. Though Anna thought that on the inside she was much more like him. There was this strong, unbreakable will in her to fight for something, somwhere. But where? for what? and against whom?
Antonia MichaelisTag: anna-leemann
You can't change things. That's life. Poor stays poor, rich says rich, and those two, they will never meet.
Antonia MichaelisTag: poverty
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