Author of quotes: Anna Gavalda. Page 4

... we both feel like halves of one whole, and we know that one without the other is not worth a lot. But we are so different... She's afraid of her own shadow - I'm on my flop without looking. She rewrites by hand sonnets - I download to your PC the latest hits. She loves painting - I prefer to photograph. She never tells what's in her heart, I post all what I think. She can't stand conflict, I seek to clarify the situation immediately to the end. She likes to be a little tipsy - I prefer to get drunk in the smoke. She doesn't like parties - I don't like to sit at home. She doesn't know how to have fun late into the night - I can't go to bed on time. She can't stand to play - I can't stand to lose. She is willing to help anyone and everyone - I was good only up to certain limits. She never comes out and I explode for any reason. She claims that the world belongs to those who rise early, - I beg her to talk quietly and let me sleep. It is romantic - I am a pragmatist. She was married - I still flit through life carefree dragonfly. She was not able to sleep with a man without love I can't sleep with a man without a condom. She... She needs me and I need her. She never judged me harshly. Accepts for who I am. My grey complexion and dark thoughts. Or with my blush and pink hopes.

You are not yet born, and your life is worth nothing, so why should things have to change now?

- Then one morning, he was tired... very, Very tired and fell off the roof...
- Fell or jumped?
- He was a delicate man, and he fell.

People will continue to come into your life and walk away from it, and you're going to suffer, and it is very good. I'm not worried for you.

First, I don't know how to cook, and secondly, I never wanted to keep.

I lived well, but happy I was not.

I actually didn't want anything except the impossible.

Now I know what you mean by "burn out". That's what happened to me. I'm burned out. Something in me went out, and all became indifferent. I didn't do anything. Nothing thought. Didn't want anything. No-th-th.

Only the severity of the heart which even to cry does not work.

All is okay with me. No problem. Just not interesting to me. Not-in-the-Republic-but. And that's all.

I can not say anything, because if open my mouth, will be even worse.

It was just enough to know that it exists, even far away from him let alone from it, and it did comfort him...

I look like a cabbage, stripped to stalks.

And will die alone in my tower in the company of colored pencils.