“Now it is as if I remember my grief rather than experience it. I remember the pain I suffered as the memories washed over me where I sat on the deck that day. Now I have only the memories of… — 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
“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
“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
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
“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
“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
“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
“Det korteste streif av ekte kjærlighet kan gi næring til et helt liv. Det må vi alltid huske.” — Linda Olsson Copy Share
“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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
