Froi saw the foolishness of dreamers, and he decided he'd like to die so foolish. With a dream in his heart about the possibilities, rather than a chain of hopelessness.
Melina MarchettaSomehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.
Melina MarchettaSo between you and me," I tell Justine on the phone that night, "we're either bitchy or stupid." "Oh God," she moans. "Everyone thinks I'm an idiot." "Thanks!
Melina MarchettaUp in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucianโs mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat of fleece and to hear its safe sounds.
Melina Marchetta