“You can't change things. That's life. Poor stays poor, rich says rich, and those two, they will never meet.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
“The words that I will have to find for that explanation will be sharp and they will hurt, much worse than the thorns of… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“You can't change things. That's life. Poor stays poor, rich says rich, and those two, they will never meet.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“Anna took his hand to gauge the swelling. 'Let's at least put something cold around it. Frozen peas work pretty well.' 'Do I have… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“My child, I know you're not a child But I still see you running wild Between those flowering trees. Your sparkling dreams, your silver… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“Abel lifted her up - another gesture from former times, from when she'd been smaller - and carried her to the bathroom to find… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“The Rajah's handsome eunuch never guessed that she was telling him the tale of her own life.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“Just a tiny little pain, Three days of heavy rain, Three days of sunlight, Everything will be alright, Just a tiny little pain.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“Nothing was perfect, but everything was all right. The light was never just blue.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“I don't know what happened between the two of you. I don't know if it can be forgiven. The hardest thing always is to… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“Anna watched as Abel walked across the empty schoolyard, she wondered whether there was a limit to desolation or whether it grew endlessly, infinitely.… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“You didn't see us," she said to Anna... "I was... lost in thought," Anna replied. "What were you thinking about?" "You," Anna said. "Isn't… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“Abel was brushing the snow off his parka while Micha was dancing around him, still balancing the plate of cookies, singing, 'We're staying, we're… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
“That cloak of love you were wearing—he’s torn it to shreds, undoing the seams of trust that held it together. How can you ever… — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share
