Kiyoaki drew comfort from the peace of mind that comes with loss. In his heart, he always preferred the actuality of loss to the fear of it.
He had lost Satoko. And with that he was content. For by now he had learned how to quiet even his subsequent resentment. Every show of feeling was now governed with a marvelous economy. If a candle has burned brilliantly but now stands alone in the dark with its flame extinguished, it need no longer fear that its substance will dissolve into hot wax. For the first time in his life, Kiyoaki came to realize the healing powers of solitude.

Godt sagt! (0) Varsle Svar

Sist sett

Anne Berit GrønbechElin FjellheimRune U. FurbergTralteToveHarald KJorund KorbiKirsten LundMartineDemeterIngunn SNorahTove Obrestad WøienOddvarGLilleviMarteKristine LouiseRufsetufsaAnette Christin MjøsFindusPrunellasiljehusmorBerit RAkima MontgomeryConnieIreneleserLene MMarianneNCecilieJarmo LarsenAmanda AJBHilde MjelvaHeidi LEster SPiippokattaDolly DuckTrude JensenStine SevilhaugHanne Kvernmo Rye