The Written Word #40

My whole life, Henry said, I’ve felt as though I were missing something, that happiness assigned to me existed always at a distance, somewhere, in some place that was somehow beyond me – and when I moved, it too moved, always away but never so far as not to haunt me with the feeling of what it might be like to be happy.

But with you, he said, turning to George and Rebecca, I feel as though I am leading the charge toward death. Happiness and I have swapped places and now it’s pursuing me for its very existence.

No matter what happens from this moment on, Henry announced, here in this place, I will always have my defining moment of victory against sadness.

Simon van Booy in Everything Beautiful Began After


The Written Word #37

“No words are adequate for the suffering caused by hunger. To this day I have to show hunger that I escaped his grasp. Ever since I stopped having to go hungry, I literally eat life itself. And when I eat, I am locked up inside the taste of eating. For sixty years, ever since I came back from the camp, I have been eating against starvation.”

Herta Müller in The Hunger Angel


世界的粗糙讓我去到你身邊難一些 | 而緣分的細膩又清楚地浮現你的臉
有些時候我也疲倦停止了思念 卻不肯鬆懈 | 就算世界擋在我前面猖狂的說 別再奢侈浪費



The Written Word #36

Could it be as simple as that? Could love be not grand gestures or empty vows, not promises meant to be broken, but instead a paper trail of forgiveness? A line of crumbs made of memories, to lead you back to the person who was waiting?

Jodi Picoult in Leaving Time