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“Sometimes it's better to have a conversation with the things which can't answer you or pass any judgments on you. Sometimes it's better to share your feelings, thoughts with the things, which can't listen to you but are listening to you. Sometimes it's better to share your pain and love, cry and smile in front of those things, which can't sympathize but helps you to heal you. Dear moon, You have always been my escape to each and every problem. You know all my secrets and problems. No matter how hard it was to solve or put in front of others. But, I never felt odd while sharing anything with you. Because I know, sooner or later people will leave. And I don't want to live with the fear of disclosing my secrets to any third one. People will definitely call me mad after reading this. But truly thank you for always giving me hope and listening to me.”

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“Después comprendí que esa mirada que atrae, que te envuelve y te desnuda a la vez, esa mirada de seductor consumado, era tu modo de mirar a todas las mujeres que se cruzaban en tu camino, a cualquier vendedora que te atendía, a cualquier criada que te abría la puerta. No eres consciente de la fuerza de esa mirada que tu ternura hacia las mujeres hace parecer más dulce y afectuosa en su insistencia.”

“Enough of trying to write this all down. It’s going nowhere. Say I write the word “coincidence”. What you read in the word “coincidence” could be utterly different—even opposite—from what the very same word means to me. This is unfair, if I may say so. Here I am stripped to my underpants while you’ve only undone three button of your blouse. An unfair turn of events if there ever was one. Hence I bought myself a cassette tape, having decided to directly record my letter to you.”

“,,Toate angoasele, toate dorințele pe care de mult le credeam uitate îmi revin în minte. Ca în copilărie, am din nou impresia că lumea din jur ar putea să explodeze dintr-odată și să răsară altceva de sub masca ei, de pildă gura unui monstru.(...)Gândul că în altă parte există altceva și că nu poți fi în clipa aceea acolo mă înnebunește , ca în copilărie. Doar că atunci gândul mă amețea, pe când acum vorbesc despre el, fac comparații și încep să învăț din asta. Mi s-ar părea ridicol să vreau să deslușesc aceste enigme; nu fac decât să le articulez pentru a nu mă simți atât de însingurat ca în vremea aceea. Mă port dezinvolt, vorbesc mult, râd cu poftă, vreau să ajung atât de gras, încât să fiu în stare să deschid cu burta o ușă turnantă, mă bucur că nu mă mai surprind cu nimic ciudat.”

“She needed to recover. His father had died in January; it was only the end of May. They needed to stick to the routine they'd established during the intervening months. in that way, their life would return to its original shape, like a spring stretched in bad times but contracting eventually into happiness. That the world could come permanently unsprung had never occurred to him.”

“I told them dinner was ready and went to the living room, where Rachel and Richard were hiding out. "You realize, I suppose, that both your names begin with the same letter." I poured them a glass of wine. Each. I'm generous that way. Richard grinned. "Yes, we noticed that early on. We also noticed that if we have a child and give him or her a name that also begins with R that we can say we have the three Rs covered." "Wow, and maybe you can all have matching propeller beanies." I was covering the fact I was suddenly excited at the thought of my sister having children. I had accepted it was never going to happen, and it was fine, but a baby is a baby, am I right? Rachel shrugged. "Why not? How about Rapunzel, or Requiem, or Rumpelstiltskin?" "Or Random, Rorschach, or Ritalin." Richard liked this game. "You could go techy and call them RAM or ROM." "Or medical and call them Rheumatism or Rabies or Rubella.”

“A last note to 2020 A year of silence, isolation, deaths, sorrows and alot of spare time I don't want to discuss you with anyone ever in my life But you gave me memories that's gonna stay forever in my life People say memories vanish with time So you gave me experiences and lessons on time I learned from my mistakes, thanks for opening my eyes You changed my mind You made me know; who I am Dear 2020, you were a cruel friend of mine Thanks for giving me time to spend with permanent people of mine Saddened for the people, I lost of mine Happy for the removal of temporary people That wasted my time, that made me unkind Dear God, thanks for showing me this time.”

“There is nothing that I should more fear, nor any kind of death that might threaten me, which would not be more supportable for me than to live without you and be separated by a great distance. I would rather die or be eaten by fish in the sea or devored on land by cannibals than to consume myself in perpetual mourning and unceasing sorrow awaiting not my husband but his letters.”