It takes too much imagination to see the sorrows of people we take for happy. Their real battles take place, like those of the stars, in some realm of light imperceptible to the human eye. It is a feat of the mind to guess another's heart.
We are each the love of someone's life. - Andrew Sean Greer
We are each the love of someone's life.
- Andrew Sean Greer
It takes too much imagination to see the sorrows of people we take for happy. Their real battles take place, like those of the stars, in some realm o… - Andrew Sean Greer
It takes too much imagination to see the sorrows of people we take for happy. Their real battles take place, like those of the stars, in some realm o…
Surely words are just the background music when passion pounces on a soul. - Andrew Sean Greer
Surely words are just the background music when passion pounces on a soul.
When you were a little girl, Madam.....was this the woman you dreamed of becoming? - Andrew Sean Greer
When you were a little girl, Madam.....was this the woman you dreamed of becoming?
Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life? - Andrew Sean Greer
Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life?
Some things are so impossible, so fantastic, that when they happen, you are not at all surprised. Their sheer impossibility has made you imagine them… - Andrew Sean Greer
Some things are so impossible, so fantastic, that when they happen, you are not at all surprised. Their sheer impossibility has made you imagine them…
The possibilities. Is there any greater pain to know what could be, and yet be powerless to make it be? - Andrew Sean Greer
The possibilities. Is there any greater pain to know what could be, and yet be powerless to make it be?
No one would have known, from how he held my hand, [that] over the years of heartache he had hatched a plot to change my life forever. He held his gr… - Andrew Sean Greer
No one would have known, from how he held my hand, [that] over the years of heartache he had hatched a plot to change my life forever. He held his gr…
It may be a childish torment, but we do not get to choose our demons. - Andrew Sean Greer
It may be a childish torment, but we do not get to choose our demons.
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