Miriam

“You can write it all down, you can put it in your book of facts, but the truth is no one can ever really understand the tangle of experiences and passions that makes you who you are. It's a secret collection, a private language, a pebble in your pocket that you play with when you're anxious.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“And you’ll smile at this man and wonder if he too, like all those who came before him, will someday be a bittersweet memory, will someday be felled by the same foolish blunder of knowing you a little too well and yet also somehow not enough.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“A volte gli era capitato di pregare, mentre faceva l’amore. Il suo sguardo si distendeva sulla nudità del corpo desiderato con una devozione castissima, addirittura verginale. Sentiva il miracolo di avere accanto a sé la bellezza della creazione e di poterla contemplare in silenzio. Di poterla toccare, assorto, con la punta delle dita così come, con lo sguardo, poteva accarezzare, in certi tramonti, la montagna. Non lo sfiorava nemmeno lontanamente l’idea del possesso e del dominio dell’altro. Non voleva rubare niente, né pretendere, né strappar via. Voleva che tutto si mantenesse intatto in un senso di gratitudine e di pienezza.”
― Pier Vittorio Tondelli, Camere separate

“The normal reasons. Like, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s all the dumb clichés about how even when I’m mad at you I love you and how every day the best part of it is waking up next to you. And it kills me that this is all the normal, typical people-in-love stuff, because I want to believe our love is special—that it’s bigger and more interesting than any love that anyone else has had before—but the heartbreaking truth is my love for you is so consistent and predictable and boring.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory