Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?
I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room
We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anything about. Like being separated.
one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.
He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.
I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and sound and time and feeling are thick and dense.
There are several ways to react to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina's first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that you've misplaced yourself to change the way you experience the world.
Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?
