"There it was. Exactly what I had needed to hear a year too late. I should have been happy, but I wasn't. It was the absolute worst timing of all. Ten minuntes later Aidan still hadn't come back. Suddenly my life was all about about timing. All the right things said at all the wrong times. My past coming back way too fast and my future taking way too long to come home."
Suntem alcătuiţi din idei întemeiate pe scheletul principiilor care ne ghidează. Construim sisteme de valori şi ne agăţăm de crezuri personale ca de axiome care par acolo de când lumea. Ne prisoseşte colecţia bogată de idei fixe, idealuri.. în timp ce proiectăm poveşti aproape ireale şi apoi totul se evapora intr o zi de carnaval în luna lui Făurar. Turpentine. It erases all while vanishing. N-am cuvintele potrivite, deşi le caut de la o vreme mai mereu, nu le găsesc. Dar mi-am amintit de qoute ul ăsta. Şi reuşeşte să exprime detaşat mult mai bine decât se pare că eu nu sunt în stare.
“You know when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? That fantasy of what your life would be; white dress, prince charming, who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You’d lie in your bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Clause, the tooth fairy, prince charming -- they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, and one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears... But, the thing is, it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely because almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope and faith that one day they would open their eyes and it would all come true.”
turpentine - noun [U] (INFORMAL turps) a colourless liquid with a strong smell which burns easily. It is sometimes used in products for removing paint from brushes.
