Quotes by Nina George

Its amazing how close you are to your essential self as a kid, he thought, and how far from it you drift the more you strive to be loved.

...having a child is like casting off your own childhood forever. Its as if its only then that you really grasp what it means to be a man. Youre scared too that all your weaknesses will be laid bare, because fatherhood demands more than you can give.... I always felt I had to earn your love, because I loved you so, so much.

Time. It rubs the rough edges that hurt us smooth.

Hey, Salvo, asked Max when they had almost fallen asleep. May I write your story?Dont you dare, amico was Salvatores reply. Kindly come up with your own storia, young Massimo. If you take mine, Ill have none left of my own

When the stars imploded billions of years ago, iron and silver, gold and carbon came raining down. And the iron from that stardust is in us today-in our mitochondria. Mothers pass on the stars and their iron to their children. Who knows, Jean, you and I might be made of the dust from one and the same star, and maybe we recognized each other by its light. We were searching for each other. We are star seekers.

It looked as though [the stars] were breathing to some never-ending slow, deep rhythm. They breathed & watched as the world came & went. ...For them, the earth was one more island world in the immeasurable ocean of outer space, its inhabitants microscopically small

Fear transforms your body like an inept sculptor does a perfect block of stone...Its just that youre chipped away at from within, and no one sees how many splinters and layers have been taken off you. You become ever thinner and more brittle inside, until eve the slightest emotion bowls you over. One hug, and you think youre going to shatter and be lost.

I have already lived long enough, Manon had written in late autumn, on an autumn day like today. I have lived and loved, I have had the best of this world. Why cry over the ending? Why cling to what remains? The advantage of dying is that you stop being afraid of it. There is a sense of peacefulness too.

Books aren’t eggs, you know. Simply because a book has aged a bit doesn’t mean it’s gone bad.” There was now an edge to Monsieur Perdu’s voice too. “What is wrong with old? Age isn’t a disease. We all grow old, even books. But are you, is anyone, worth less, or less important, because they’ve been around for longer?

All right, she said. Give me the books that are kind to me, and to hell with the men who dont give a damn about me.

A surprise visit? Thats so romantic...but fairly risky. If you dont take any risks, life will bass you by, Cunco shipped in.

Asking questions is an art.

Tango is a truth drug. It lays bare your problems and your complexes, but also the strengths you hide from others so as not to vex them. It shows what a couple can be for each other, how they can listen to each other. People who only want to listen to themselves will hate tango.

One might have to be a little ruthless to seize back control of ones life, dont you think?

“We cannot decide to love. We cannot compel anyone to love us. Theres no secret recipe, only love itself. And we are at its mercy--theres nothing we can do.”