“I was familiar with the little mating rituals of getting to know each other, of dragging out the stories from childhood, summer camp, and high school, the famous humiliations, and the adorable things you said as a child, the familial dramas—of having a portrait of yourself, all the while making yourself out to be a little brighter, a little more deep than deep down you knew you actually were. And though I hadn’t had more than three or four relationships, I already knew that each time the thrill of telling another the story of yourself wore off a little more, each time you threw yourself into it a little less, and grew more distrustful of an intimacy that always, in the end, failed to pass into true understanding.” LoveRelationshipsIdentityNicole KraussGreat House Book:Great House Source: Great House
“She abandoned the garden, and the mums and asters that had trusted her to see them through to the first frost hung their waterlogged heads.” DepressionGardenThe History Of LoveNicole Krauss Book:The History of Love Source: The History of Love