For the record, I'm not an indecisive person, and I'm not a coward. I just have a very detailed imaginary life, and it sometimes takes precedence over what's actually happening around me.
Elizabeth BardTag: imagination
He was still open to the magic of this place. I didn't know a lot of people who were open to magic at all.
Elizabeth BardTag: life
They weren't tears of sadness or even tears of joy. I was just overflowing. Like so many things since I'd been here, I didn't yet understand it, but I felt it.
Elizabeth BardTag: feelings
No better way to avoid making a decision than burying yourself in a big fat book.” (p. 105).
Elizabeth BardMostly I’m a thinker, a worrier … it’s not that there’s no free spirit in me. But it’s a free spirit with a five-year plan
Elizabeth BardThe woman's face was like a stone tablet, as if the president of the chess club had wandered over to the Goth corner of the schoolyard and asked to touch a tongue piercing.
Elizabeth BardPeople grow, but they don't change.
Elizabeth BardTag: human-nature
In Paris the past is always with you: you look at it, walk over it, sit on it.
Elizabeth BardA French conversation starter is more subtle. Work is considered boring, money is out of the question, politics comes later (and only in like-minded company). Vacation is a safe bet - it's no exaggeration to say that French people are always going on, returning from, or planning a holiday. But more often than not, social class in France is judged by your relationship to culture.
Elizabeth BardMy inner control freak had taken the day off... I had descended from the mountain of the perfect, into the valley of the possible, and was now on the happy shaded trail, dappled with sunlight, of the present. It was the most wonderful walk of my life.
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