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“You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because “it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?”
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“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
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I LOVE it how you write! Eriti inglise keeles! Olen pool-kogemata Su kirjutisi lugema sattunud ja Sa oled imeline. Ning Su inglise keel on võrratu! Ilmselgelt tegeled kirjutamisega ka tööna/igapäevaselus.
Jõudu-jaksu-edu-armastust!
Winterson lihtsalt on parim!
Ma pean tunnistama pattu, et ingliskeelsed on kokkukogutu targematelt ;)
aga kellelt?
duh, winterson.. :)