February 2012
“I want to say somewhere: I’ve tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times...”
– Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via tristesseglobale)
cradled-words:
My son’s mother, the girl I fell in love with when I was ten, died five years ago, I expect to join her soon, at least in that. Tomorrow. Or the next day. Of that I am convinced. I thought it would be strange to live in the world without her in it. And yet. I’d gotten used to living with her memory a long time ago.
The History of Love, Nicole Krauss
“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a...”
– Nicole Krauss, History of Love (via literaturesluts)
“At the end, all that’s left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that’s why I’ve...”
– Nicole Krauss, History of Love (via literaturesluts)
“….Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.”
– The Last Words on Earth by Nicole Krauss (via thechocolatebrigade)
I’m not the same kid from your memory.
“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts,...”
– Charles Bukowski (via pinkfridays)
