“The art of love? It's knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.” — David Foenkinos Copy Share Image
“She must disappear for a time from the human surface, And sacrifice everything for this, To recreate herself from the depths of… — David Foenkinos Copy Share Image
“Words do not always need a destination. We can leave them behind us at the borders of feelings. Running around headless in… — David Foenkinos Copy Share Image
“And then, one morning, you're startled to discover that you no longer feel this terrible burden. What a surprise to notice that the angst… — David Foenkinos Copy Share Image
We may finally ask ourselves whether coincidence really does exist. Maybe everybody we run into is walking around near us with the undying hope… — David Foenkinos Copy Share Image
“Words do not always need a destination. We can leave them behind us at the borders of feelings. Running around headless in the vague… — David Foenkinos Copy Share Image
“She must disappear for a time from the human surface, And sacrifice everything for this, To recreate herself from the depths of her world.” — David Foenkinos Copy Share Image
Time again for the waltz of smiles. Amazing how you sometimes make resolutions, tell yourself everything will be a certain way from now on,… — David Foenkinos Copy Share Image
“The art of love? It's knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.” — David Foenkinos Copy Share Image
“Moreover, as usual, she wasn't able to live in the moment. Maybe that's what grief is: a permanent disconnect from here and now. She… — David Foenkinos Copy Share Image
