Duy Ân

“When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit.”
― Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

“Oh, monsters are scared," said Lettie. "That's why they're monsters.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Suddenly it wasn't only a personal thing to me. I could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better. I could see boys going down under street lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn't believe you if you did.”
― S.E. Hinton

“Your sadness is a place which you inhabit. Sadness is a geographical reality. I cannot join you in that sadness, it is impossible. Millions of you know this sadness, but not I. I do not even try to imagine this sadness; to do so would be absurd. I am elsewhere, that is all. I do not resent the fact that I am elsewhere. Nobody could resent me for it. I am in your arms: this is all I know. I have this extraordinary knowledge, this knowledge of the space between your arms. It is my happiness. Happiness, too, is a geographical reality.”
― Philippe Besson