What drew him back was something altogether more personal, to a history where, in the pain and longing of adolescence, he was still standing on the corner of Queen and Albert Streets waiting for someone that he knew would never appear. He had long understood that one of his selves, the earliest and most vulnerable, had never left this place, and this original and clearest view of things could be recovered only through what had first come to him in the glow of its ordinary light and weather..it was the light they appeared in that was the point, and that at least had not changed. David Malouf
If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him...
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Paulo Coelho
It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.
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Audrey Niffenegger
If I die, I will wait for you, do you understand? No matter how long. I will watch from beyond to make sure you live every year you have to its fullest, and then we’ll have so much to talk about when I see you...
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Jeaniene Frost
There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison
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Jane Austen
For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.
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Haruki Murakami
More Quotes By David Malouf
Words his soul danced to.
The planet, saved for another day, stokes upits slow-burning gases and toxic dust, gold rift and scarletgash that take our breath away; a world at its interminableshow of holy dying. And we go with it, the oldgatherer and hunter. To its gaudy-day, though the contributionis...
Fiction, with its preference for what is small and might elsewhere seem irrelevant; its facility for smuggling us into another skin and allowing us to live a new life there; its painstaking devotion to what without it might go unnoticed and unseen; its respect for...
Words are powerful. They too can be the agents of what is new, of what is conceivable and can be thought and let loose upon the world.
So these things happen, deep in our lives. We do not speak of them. We hide them even from ourselves, but they do not leave us.
