At some point you'll have to get serious about life.
At some point you'll have to get serious about life.
He's laughing me into a stupor, she thought. I could heckle, I suppose, I could throw a bread roll at him, but he's eaten them all. She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show? Eat a meal, go to bed, fall in love with me and I promise you years and years of top notch material like this?
She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it's going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery.
They have started to arrive. An endless cascade of luxuriously quilted envelopes, thumping onto the doormat. The wedding invitations.
They say the personal is political and it's certainly fair to say that, like her politics, Rebecca Epstein's kissing is radical, forthright and uncompromising.
Being a decent human being will require effort and energy…
I don't think there's anything we can do, is there? We either stop or we carry on.
She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show?
This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.
Call me or I'll call you, but one of us will call, yes? What I mean is it's not a competition. You don't lose I you phone first.
I love him, she thought. I'm just not in love with him and also I don't love him. I've tried, I've strained to love him but I can't. I am building a life with a man I don't love, and I don't know what to do about it.
She had never been a proficient flirt. Her spasms of kittenish behaviour were graceless and inept, like normal conversation on roller skates. but the combination of the retsina and sun made Emma feel sentimental and light-headed. She reached for her roller skates.
This isn't a letter, it's a gift.
Call me sentimental, but there's no-one in the world that I'd like to see get dysentery more than you
If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?
She made a firm resolution, one of the resolutions she was making almost daily these days. No more sleepovers, no more writing poetry, no more wasting time. Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.
Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.
Change lives through art maybe. Write beautifully. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved if at all possible. Eat sensibly. Stuff like that.
I'm not the consolation prize, Dex. I'm not something you resort to. I happen to think I'm worth more than that.
She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy
Today. This bright new day that awaits us
Alice doesn't seem to mind because she's laughing too, and biting her lip, all doe-eyed, and tossing her freshly washed hair, and Norton tosses his lovely, glossy hair back, and she tosses her hair in return, and he tosses his, and she tosses hers, and it;s like some mating ritual on a wildlife program.
Cuddling was for great aunts and teddy bears. Cuddling gave him cramp.
I'm trying to be inspiring! I'm trying to lift your grubby soul for the great adventure that lies ahead of you!
She realises that if she is to save the show she is going to have to improvise a rousing speech, one of the many Henry V moments that make up her working life.
We're not ourselves, are we? I'm certainly not myself, not anymore. And you're not either. You don't seem yourself. Not as I remember you.
My wife, Alex rides him every day and has always said he's a good horse,
He's had quite a hard season for a young horse so maybe we'll see him next year, or maybe we'll see him at the back end of this year,
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