Frasi di Janet Fitch

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“Solo perchè un poeta dice qualcosa non significa che sia vero, ma solo che suona bene.”

“Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.”

“You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.”

“I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.”

“Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due.”

“I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.”

“echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.”

“These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain”

“Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.”

“here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out”

“Love's an illusion. It's a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I'd rather have cash.”

“We received our colouring from the Norsemen, hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees. We are the ones who sacked Rome. Fear only feeble old age and death in bed. Don't forget who you are.”

“Life should always be like this…. Like lingering over a good meal.”

“What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?”

“He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.”

“without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.”

“I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated.”

“like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.”

“Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.”

“And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.”

“The night crackled… Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.”

“If evil means to be self-motivated, to be the center of one’s own universe, to live on one’s own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil.”

“I hated labels anyway. People didn’t fit in slots—prostitute, housewife, saint—like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.”

“He was so damn perverse, he preferred to dream it than to make it come true.”

“I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.”

“beautiful girls have certain advantages.”