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Caroline siterer The End of Eddy av Édouard Louis (side 28)
21:40, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
[...] as if youthfulness were in no way a biological fact, a simple question of age, of a moment in life, but rather a sort of privilege reserved for those who are able - thanks to their situation in life- to enjoy all those experiences, all those feeelings that get grouped together under the word adolescence.
Caroline siterer The End of Eddy av Édouard Louis (side 3)
21:37, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
From my childhood I have no happy memories. I don't mean to say that I never, in all of those years, felt any happiness or joy. But suffering is all-consuming: it somehow gets rid of anything that doesn't fit into its system
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante
20:19, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Unlike stories, real life, when it has passed, inclines toward obscurity, not clarity
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante (side 451)
20:05, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Every intense relationship between human beings is full of traps, and if you want it to endure you have to learn to avoid them
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante (side 359)
20:03, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
I had long since realized that each of us organizes memory as it suits him, I'm still suprised when I do it myself
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante (side 321)
20:02, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
[...] she wanted everything and pretended to want nothing
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante (side 221)
20:00, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Right after her funeral I felt the way you feel when it suddenly starts raining hard, and you look around and find no place to take shelter
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante (side 178)
19:58, 20. august 2017* Ingen har det som favoritt.
Good feelings are fragile, with me love doesn't last.
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante (side 179)
19:58, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
[...] she perceived herself as a liquid and all her efforts were, in the end, directed only at containing herself.
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante (side 177)
19:56, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
I could make you, now, a detailed list of all the coverings, large and small, that I constructed to keep myself hidden
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante (side 25)
19:55, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
What to do then? Admit yet again that she's right? Accept that to be adult is to disappear, is to learn to hide to the point of vanishing?
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante (side 41)
19:53, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
How many words remain unsayable even between a couple in love, and how the risk is increased that others might say them, destroying it.
Caroline siterer The Story of the Lost Child av Elena Ferrante (side 77)
19:51, 20. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.
Caroline siterer Hot milk av Deborah Levy (side 188)
18:54, 30. juli 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
I am often lost in all the dimensions of time, that the past often feels nearer than the present and I often fear the future has already happened.
Caroline siterer Hot milk av Deborah Levy (side 183)
18:52, 30. juli 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Love explodes near her like a war but she never admits she started it.
Caroline siterer Hot milk av Deborah Levy (side 175)
18:51, 30. juli 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
My boundaries were made from sand so she reckoned she could push them over, and I let her.
Caroline siterer Hot milk av Deborah Levy (side 139)
18:49, 30. juli 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Pretending not to notice and pretending to forget are my special skills.
Caroline siterer Hot milk av Deborah Levy (side 84)
18:48, 30. juli 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Sewing was her way of keeping things together. It pleased her to mend something that seemed beyond repair.
Caroline siterer Hot milk av Deborah Levy (side 43)
18:46, 30. juli 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
'You smell like the ocean', she whispered. 'Like a starfish.'
Caroline siterer Hot milk av Deborah Levy (side 23)
18:45, 30. juli 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
It wasn't the worst kind of pain. In a way, it was a relief.
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