Y ahora hay caballos galopando dentro de ella. Los oigo.
There’s something going on in his face right now, something very bright trying to get out – a dam keeping back a wall of light. His soul might be a sun. I’ve never met anyone who had the sun for a soul.
Sometimes, I’d see Sarah and her mom share a look across a room and I’d want to heave myself over like a table.
Het hart overmeestert het verstand. Hoop of angst overmeestert de rede.
A leopard can’t change its spots, now can it?
It’s amazing how what goes on in the head stays in the head.
And the right thing is turning our backs on what might be the love story of our lives? The right thing is denying destiny, denying all the forces that have conspired to bring us together, forces that have been at work for years now? No way.
I held on to his arm, which was belted securely around me, feeling safe because Dad was in charge and it was his hand that pulled the sun up each morning and down at night.
And when you’re tired, you crawl into your flower and go to sleep. During the day, everyone talks in colors instead of sounds. It’s so quiet.
Then our eyes meet and we both crack up like we’re made of the same air.
They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all.
I’m so happy, I feel like I’m jumping on a trampoline, just boinging around inside myself.
Because it did used to be cool, super-cool, in fact – she was our Magellan, our Marco Polo, one of the wayward Walker women whose restless boundless spirit propels her from place to place, love to love, moment to unpredictable moment.
See feel draw: One verb.
What’s weird is that she looks like she’s in a windstorm all of a sudden. Her hair’s blowing and her dress is slightly billowing. I check under the table to see if there’s a vent or something, but there isn’t. See? Other mothers don’t have their own private weather. She’s smiling at us so warmly, like we’re puppies, and something catches in my chest.
Es bastante aburrido, pero los jugadores, bueno, ya saben...
Like he owns the air in the Northern Hemisphere.
We’re sprinting at the speed of light when the ground gives way and we rise into the air as if racing up stairs.
Good. That is it. You will see with your hands, I promise you.
Oh my, I totally get why King Edward VIII abdicated his throne for love. If I had a throne, I’d abdicate it just to relive the last three seconds.