From an early age she had developed the art of being alone and generally preferred her own company to anyone else’s. She read books at enormous speed and judged them entirely on her ability to remove her from her material surroundings. In almost all the unhappiest days of her life she had been able to escape from her own inner world by living temporarily in someone else’s, and on the two or three occasions that she had been too upset to concentrate she had been desolate.
Oh, the sweetness of giving in, of full surrender. - Sebastian Faulks
Oh, the sweetness of giving in, of full surrender.
- Sebastian Faulks
There you are, sir. There's nothing more than to love and be loved. - Sebastian Faulks
There you are, sir. There's nothing more than to love and be loved.
You put your time where your priority is. - Sebastian Faulks
You put your time where your priority is.
Our own choices might not be as good as those that are made for us. - Sebastian Faulks
Our own choices might not be as good as those that are made for us.
Memory is the only thing that binds you to earlier selves; for the rest, you become an entirely different being every decade or so, sloughing off the… - Sebastian Faulks
Memory is the only thing that binds you to earlier selves; for the rest, you become an entirely different being every decade or so, sloughing off the…
I suppose I was lucky enough to be educated at a time when teachers still thought children could handle knowledge. They trusted us. Then there came a… - Sebastian Faulks
I suppose I was lucky enough to be educated at a time when teachers still thought children could handle knowledge. They trusted us. Then there came a…
Sometimes my whole life seems like a dream; occasionally I think that someone else has lived it for me. The events and the sensations, the stories an… - Sebastian Faulks
Sometimes my whole life seems like a dream; occasionally I think that someone else has lived it for me. The events and the sensations, the stories an…
Inhale and hold the evening in your lungs. - Sebastian Faulks
Inhale and hold the evening in your lungs.
The function of music is to liberate in the soul those feelings which normally we keep locked up in the heart. - Sebastian Faulks
The function of music is to liberate in the soul those feelings which normally we keep locked up in the heart.
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