I was sitting beside his bed, holding his hand. Not hoping that he would wake up, nor even hoping to hear his voice. Only to make sure there was still some warmth passing between us before it completely faded away.
— Ian McEwan, In Search of Love
🗡️ ༅ Challenge ¦ کافیه ممنونم
این پیامو فوروارد کنید تا من بهتون یک استایل پاییزی بدم و همینطور بگم وایب چه درسی رو میدید، در آخر هم بهتون یک پالت سایه میدم.
ممبر ها هم میتونن شرکت کنن.
(جوین باشید حتما)
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
—Virginia Woolf, The Waves