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@KonnteS
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Eylül 2019 tarihinde katıldı
“She wasn't so much afraid of dying as she was of forgetting to live her life.”
Reklam
“Moments like this, nights like this didn't last. Eventually, reality hit and all you had left were two people with incompatible lives.”
“Jeanie stared at a particularly large painting across the room from her of a big purple cow. Did the artist get nervous about hanging it? Did she sit at home with a sick feeling in her belly that she wasn't actually a very good painter at all? Did she worry about what people would think about her colorful farm animals or did she just go for it?”
“I study her face. There are a few faint lines, at the corners of her eyes and mouth, that are the merest suggestion of the beginnings of Clare's face in middle age. I will never see that face of hers, and I regret it bitterly, the face with which Clare will go on without me, which will never be kissed by me, which will belong to a world that I won't know, except as a memory of Clare's, relegated finally to a definite past.”
