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"Ich war für Wörter bestimmt, für Sätze, die vermitteln, Flügel, die sich entfalten. Ich war für das Wunderbare des Lebens bestimmt, eines Lebens, das ohne Bedauern endet."

"Er erzählte mir von den riesigen Missverständnissen, die die Geschichte bestimmen, von den Zufällen, die den Lauf der Dinge unterbrechen, und ließ mich versprechen, immer frei zu bleiben."

"Liebeskummer ist auch eine Form von Liebe."

"The eye is simply a recorder, with or without our will. Perhaps the same could be said of the heart."

"This is the dysfunction talking. This is the disease talking. This is how much I miss you talking. This is the deepest blue, talking, talking, always talking to you."

"We sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair."

"Just because one loves blue does not mean that one wants to spend a life in a world made of it."

"Although I thorium loved this man very completely for exactly who he was, I was in fact blind to the man he actually was, or is."

"What kind of madness is it anyway, to be in love with something constitutionally incapable of loving you back?"

"We don't get to choose what or whom we love."

"Glücklichsein ist Veranlagungssache. Du kannst in der Liebe nicht glücklich sein, wenn du nicht zum Glücklichsein veranlagt bist."

"Es ist eine Dummheit zu glauben, Gefühle brächten einen näher, im Gegenteil, sie bekräftigen die Distanz zwischen den Menschen."

"Die Gegenstände häufen sich an und dienen zu nichts mehr. Genau wie wir."

"Die Alten sind Menschen aus einer anderen Zeit, die in die Zukunft versetzt worden sind."

"What would be left of love without truth stretched beyond its limits, without those better versions of ourselves that we present as the only ones that exist?"

"There are things even love can't do...If the burden is too much and stays too long, even love bends, cracks, comes close to breaking and sometimes does break. But even when it's in a thousand pieces around your feet, that doesn't mean it's no longer love."

"The word crackled in my ears, iyale - first wife. It was a verdict that marked me as not woman enough for my husband."

"The things that matter are inside me, locked up below my breast as though in a grave, a place of permanence, my coffin-like treasure chest."

"Denn es gibt Wunder, die müssen im Dunkeln geschehen."

"Das Schicksal ging seinen eigenen Weg, und der war nicht immer der geradeste."

"He thought about death, but he had never been able to imagine it, the unbeing while all else still existed."

"He was unsure of himself and of her. [...] He didn't want some late, sentimental compromise. He'd been married once, wholeheartedly, and been mistaken. He had fallen wildly in love [...] and it had somehow faded away. As if by fate one night in the most romantic encounter of his life he had met a woman and been betrayed. He believed in love - all his life he had - but now it was likely to be too late."

When you die, what do you think happens to you? I think whatever you believe will happen is what happens.

"He felt the absence, not necessarily of marriage, but of a tangible center in life around which things could form and find a place."

"He wanted a photograph but prevented himself from asking for it. He would take one himself the next time and keep it between the pages of a book in the office with nothing written on it, no name or date. He could imagine someone accidentally coming across it and asking, who is this? He would without a word simply take it from their hand."

"You can be sure. Those were the words he pocketed and ran his fingers over many times, along with the images of her that were as distinct as photographs."

"The glory of her. England stood before him, naked in the darkness. She had been, in fact, lonely, she was ready to be loved."

"A certain unwanted coldness at his center kept him from real happiness, and though he married beautiful women, let us say possessed them, it was never complete and yet to live without them was unthinkable. The great hunger of the past was for food, there was never enough food and the majority of people were undernourished or starving, but the new hunger was for sex, there was the same specter of famine without it."

"It was unloving of him, but he could not help it. He lay there unwillingly and sleepless, the city itself, dark and glittering, seemed empty. The same couple, the same bed, yet now not the same."

"He loved her for not only what she was but what she might be, the idea that she might be otherwise did not occur to him or did not matter. Why would it occur? When you love you see a future according to your dreams."