Lily M ❀

“But it is a pleasure, isn't it, on a crisp September night in Dublin to walk with long free strides along a quiet street. In the prime of his life. Incumbent on him now to enjoy such fleeting pleasures. Next minute might die. Happens every day to someone.”
― Sally Rooney, Intermezzo

“Well, if that's suffering, he thinks, let me suffer. Yes. To love whoever I have left. And if ever I lose someone, let me descend into a futile and prolonged rage, yes, despair, wanting to break things, furniture, appliances, wanting to get into fights, to scream, to walk in front of a bus, yes. Let me suffer, please. To love just these few people, to know myself capable of that, I would suffer every day of my life.”
― Sally Rooney, Intermezzo

“He wasn't too caught up in the words to notice that she was tracing the contours of wings over his shoulder blades.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“I’m caught between my desire to understand and my desire to appear as though I already understand.”
― Noor Naga, If an Egyptian Cannot Speak English