Annabel

“The map of our life is folded in such a way that we cannot see one main road across it, but as it is opened out, we are constantly seeing new side roads. We think we are choosing, and we have no choice.”
― Jean Cocteau, Μονόπρακτα: Η ανθρώπινη φωνή-Το φάντασμα της Μασσαλίας-Η ψεύτρα-Την έχασα

“But who knows how long a grief may last? Isn't it possible that, even thirty or forty years after the death of a child or a brother or a sister, one may half waken, thinking of that person with the same lost emptiness, that feeling of places which may never be filled... not even in death?”
― Stephen King, It