[b]Barbara Kingsolver
You think you’re the foreigner here, and I’m the American, and I just look the other way while the President or somebody sends down this and that . . . to torture people with. But nobody asked my permission, okay? Sometimes I feel like I’m a foreigner, too.[/b]
You don’t get this, do you?
If men only knew, modesty makes women fall in love faster than all the cock-a-doodling in the world.
So, has that actually worked for you?
Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can’t even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.
Of course the more you know what you want, you more painful it is not getting it.
Soli, let me tell you. The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don’t know.
If only because they don’t seem to know themselves.
In the long run, most of us spend about fifteen minutes total in the entanglements of passion, and the rest of our days looking back on it, humming the tune.
Time to get out my stopwatch, he mused.
There’s a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it’s true but you haven’t told anyone yet. Of all things, that is what I remember most. It was so quiet.
Me, I don’t have anyone to tell. So sometimes it’s really quiet.