“Why, mother, nothing happens as we wish? Why? Why does one have to rot in silence torn between pain and desire? Why did I live my life in exile. Tell me mother, why can't one learn to love?”
“My only regret, Anna - but is it only one? - is to not have finished anything. I left all as a draft, shattered words here and there.”
“I’m scared too”
So many good quotes. I cried with the older greek couple sitting next to me.
