“My poor little child Karin Boye My poor child, so afraid of the dark, who has met ghosts of another kind, who always among those clad in white glimpses those with evil faces, now let me sing you gentle songs,… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
Memories seem to surface in no particular order, with no time attached. Yesterday can seem as distant as last year. My life now consists… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“My life's memories take up space with no regard to when they happened, or to their actual time span. The memories of brief incidents… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“My life now consists of fragments where some are so blinding in their intensity that they make everything else indistinguishable. What shall I do… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
Like memories. You can make yourself believe that they have been erased. But they are there, if you look closely. If you have a… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“You can make yourself believe that someone can look into your eyes and read your mind. You can wish for it, or dread it.… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“I think that perhaps there are no such defining moments at all. Beginnings and ends are fluid, long chains of events where some links… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“I have never talked to anyone about that night. Ever...' she said. 'And now when I listen to my own words, I realise that… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“Det korteste streif av ekte kjærlighet kan gi næring til et helt liv. Det må vi alltid huske.” — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“My aloneness had never bothered me; I hadn't even been aware of it. But now it overwhelmed me. The awareness washed over me with… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
Sometimes we are given exactly what we need. The precise people that you need the most come stumbling into your life. Sometimes you don't… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“Unlike film, real life rarely provides an opportunity for a retake," Ben said. "Perhaps that is why I like film so much. But I… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“Parents have such formidable power. They can protect you from all the pain in the world. Or inflict the hardest pain of all. And… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“I lay down on the bed clasping the pictures and buried my face in the pillow in a vain attempt at silencing my sobs.… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“My poor little child Karin Boye My poor child, so afraid of the dark, who has met ghosts of another kind, who always among… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
“Perhaps we believe that anything is better than that which we all fear the most. Loneliness. Abandonment. But once you accept that fact that… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
