“Louises Trauer war wie der Fluss: konstant und doch nie gleich. Sie konnte Wellen schlagen oder alles überschwemmen, vorübergehend abebben oder dahinströmen, an manchen Tagen kalt und dunkel und tief sein, an anderen reißend und blendend.”
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“Love will not come to me again. I’ll vegetate like a plant in a cellar, without light.”
“You shut your eyes to keep out the light because the light reminds you that you are alive”
“It’s true: A slice of pound cake does wonders to thaw the coldest of days.”
“Art, and sadness, which last forever.”
“Making a choice is a powerful privilege. Accepting one is strength.”