When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything? - Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
"When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?"
"When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?"
"there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone."
"That's what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I'm not fooling anyone. Oh, and I go to the mailbox."
"At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty."
"At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty."
"We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it."