За мою любимую

Очень легко любить человека, когда он за тебя

Неужели я вошел в контакт с мертвыми? Ерунда какая-то. Я и с живыми не могу как следует войти в контакт!

Но лично я не верю, что кто-то может украсть у кого-то живого человека. Нет, люди не вещи, [...]. Люди намного сложнее. и занятнее. Они ускользают от вас сами.

Никакие отношения не в состоянии пережить аборт.

You love something and then one day it’s suddenly gone or changed or lost forever. But somehow that doesn’t stop your love. Maybe that’s how you know it’s the real thing. When it doesn’t come with conditions and get-out clauses, when it doesn’t have a best-by date. When you just give you love, and never stop giving it, and know that you never will. That’s when it is real. That’s when they can never touch it or spoil it or take it away from you.

I’ll never forget her. And I’ll never stop loving her. I’ve learned that you can honour the past and you can remember the past. You can even love it. But you can’t live in it.

— I don’t like funerals.
— It’s a way of saying goodbye.
— I don’t like goodbyes.
— Nobody does. But that’s life. A series of hellos and goodbyes.

It’s funny how dirt seems to stick to the people who clean it up. Rather than the people who make it.

— Things change.
— But I don’t like change.
— Change part of life.
— But I can’t stand it. I like it when things stay the same.

Christmas trees are a bit like relationship. The real thing is certainly more beautiful, but it’s just too much fuss, too much mess.

That’s what I’ve learned. If you make it too important, than it ruins everything.

Well, in future be careful what you wish for. Because you might get it.

You can be a glutton for life, just like you can be a glutton for food or drink or drugs.

Love messed up my heart.

Love didn’t make me a better person. Just the opposite. Love made me indifferent to the rest of the world. Love narrowed my horizons down to a pair of blue eyes, to a goofy smile, to one young woman.

The songs my father played my were about being young. The songs my grandfather played me were about being alive.

That’s why it is so difficult now. That’s why I have to force myself to carry on today. Because for a little while back there, I had it perfect.

And I loved her because she was on my side. She was on my side without conditions, without get out clauses. It’s very easy to love someone when they are on your side.

‘You must eat the cold porridge’. The way he explained it, eating the cold porridge means working at something for so long that when you get home there is nothing left to eat but cold porridge. That’s how you get good at something, he told me. That’s how you get good at anything. You eat the cold porridge. You work at it when the others are playing. You work at it when the others are watching television. You work at it when the others are sleeping.