Mood: Reflective
Music: Our Lady Peace - Innocent
"Don't laugh: what I miss most is talking to you. I imagine running into you in a busy market, even though I don't go to the market. And we decide to have lunch and we talk over margaritas; and then we walk back to where you are staying and we talk some more, and we talk in the hotel lobby and we keep talking until the moon is high in the sky and the bellhops change shifts and the night manager kicks us out.
I want to talk to you, but I don't have the slightest idea what we would have to say."
Jodi Picoult, Mercy
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Look. Isn't that you favourite seat in the bus?
Look, Isn't that your favourite dish on the menu?
Listen, Isn't that you favourite song on the radio?
Listen. Can you hear the beat of my heart?
Yes, Yes, Yes, No. There isn't any sound.
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She said,"No one knows me like you. Like dance partners, our steps would move in perfect sync. Like telepathy, you could read my thoughts just by looking into my eyes. And I wonder if that's a good or bad thing. Because we never seem to talk anymore. No one knew me better than you did. No one knew me inside out. And most of all, no one loved me like the way you did."
And she asks herself, would she give up everything for one year ago? And she thought to herself it was such a silly question. She definitely would. Suddenly a voice in her head said,"Even your soul?" and she thought about it, and thought about it so hard she started to cry, before saying to herself more than to anyone,"I don't know."Labels: Books, Quotes, Words
