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Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories by Simon Van Booy
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“Coincidences mean you're on the right path.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“He thinks I suffer from depression. But I’m just quiet. Solitude and depression are like swimming and drowning. In school many years ago, I learned that flowers sometimes unfold inside themselves.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“Every moment is the paradox of now or never.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“You can’t explain love” he said out loud. “That’s how it gets ruined.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“Love requires imagination more than experience.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“My old geography professor once told his class how the music, paintings, sculptures, and books of the world are mirror in which people see versions of themselves.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“The present grows within the boundaries of the past.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“Perhaps he had been waiting all along for someone to knock him down and allow him to drop the weight he’d so faithfully carried.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“...I like stories very much,” the priest said. “They help me understand myself better.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“Children are the closest we have to wisdom, and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“...he felt that his life was nothing more than a light that would blink once in the history of the universe and then be forgotten.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“Life had called his name, and without thinking, he had stepped forward. He wondered if perhaps he was becoming the person he had always wanted to be.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“You can’t put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can’t have one without the other.”
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“I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.
I feel moments from the end.
The muscles in my bowing arm tighten. The final notes are sonorous I steady my bow like an oar held in a river steering us all toward the bank of now and tomorrow and the day after that. Days ahead like open fields.
And night pools outside the concert hall. The city is still wet. The concert hall is glassed in and overlooks a garden. Eyes of rain dot the windows and shiver with each breath of wind. Stars fill the sky then drop to flood the streets and the squares. When it rains even the most insignificant puddle is a map of the universe.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony: in a car on the way to the airport; or as a gray bedroom fills with dawn, one lover watching the other; or as two strangers stand together in the rain with no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don’t know then. But later you realize—that was the moment. And always without words.”
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“See - this book belongs to you,' Hannah said sweetly.
'No young lady,' the birdman said. 'It belongs to you - but you don't belong to it.'
He leaned in very close to her.
'You belong to you,' he said.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“It's true the people we meet shape us. But the people we don't meet shape us also, often more because we have imagined them so vividly. There are people we yearn for but never seem to meet.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
“Age is a plow that unearths the true nature of things. But only after the moment has passed and we are powerless to change anything, are we granted wisdom. As though we are living backward.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter
“How could two people know each other so intimately without have told the old stories. You get to an age where the stories don’t matter anymore, and the stories once told so passionately become a tide that never quite reaches the point of being said. And there is no such thing as fate, but there are no accidents either.”
Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
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