Patricia Highsmith

The Price of Salt

    justanothernadiacompartió una citahace 6 años
    Therese looked at the pair of hands across from her, a woman's plump, aging hands, stirring her coffee, breaking a roll now with a trembling eagerness, daubing half the roll greedily into the brown gravy of the plate that was identical with Therese's.
    Myrthe van de Kamp (MyRTH)compartió una citahace 4 años
    How was it possible to be afraid and in love,
    Alice Karanjacompartió una citahace 2 años
    Love was supposed to be a kind of blissful insanity.
    Grace Cornejocompartió una citahace 2 años
    “I like being with her, I like talking with her. I’m fond of anybody I can talk to.”
    eofharmonycompartió una citahace 3 años
    It was not a big fine train like the one that ran on the floor at the back of the toy department, but there was a fury in its tiny pumping pistons that the bigger trains did not possess. Its wrath and frustration on the closed oval track held Therese spellbound.
    clairedimalantacompartió una citahace 3 años
    Her life was a series of zigzags. At nineteen, she was anxious.
    Myrthe van de Kamp (MyRTH)compartió una citahace 4 años
    Carol wanted to know everything she had done, how the roads were, and whether she had on the yellow pajamas or the blue ones. “I’ll have a hard time getting to sleep tonight without you.”
    “Yes.” Immediately, out of nowhere, Therese felt tears pressing behind her eyes.
    “Can’t you say anything but yes?”
    “I love you.”
    Carol whistled. Then silence. “Abby got the check, darling, but no letter. She missed my wire, but there isn’t any letter anyway.”
    “Did you find the book?”
    “We found the book, but there’s nothing in it.”
    Therese wondered if the letter could be in her own apartment after all. But she had a picture of the letter in the book, marking a place. “Do you think anybody’s been through
    avali0916compartió una citahace 4 años
    Should she tell her she usually worked on her stage models? Sketched and painted sometimes, carved things like cats’ heads and tiny figures to go in her ballet sets, but that she liked best to take long walks practically anywhere, liked best simply to dream?
    טטיאנה ארזומנובcompartió una citahace 5 años
    She turned the page quickly, and saw in big black script across two pages:
    Millena Romãocompartió una citahace 5 años
    the sense that everyone was incommunicado with everyone else and living on an entirely wrong plane, so that the meaning, the message, the love, or whatever it was that each life contained, never could find its expression.
    b3312660494compartió una citahace 7 meses
    One gets over things,” Carol said.
    b3312660494compartió una citahace 7 meses
    And she did not have to ask if this were right, no one had to tell her, because this could not have been more right or perfect.
    b3312660494compartió una citahace 7 meses
    Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched, fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale-white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered.
    b3312660494compartió una citahace 7 meses
    “I like being with her, I like talking with her. I’m fond of anybody I can talk to.” The phrases of some letter she had written to Carol and never mailed drifted across her mind as if to answer Richard. I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.
    Leonor Bértolocompartió una citael año pasado
    Love was supposed to be a kind of blissful insanity.
    notcherrycompartió una citael año pasado
    I will comb you like music caught in the heads of all the trees in the forest …
    notcherrycompartió una citael año pasado
    “Oh, baby. I’m sorry.”

    “Oh, it’s just this business,” Therese said. Carol’s hand was on the back of her neck, Carol’s thumb rubbing behind her ear as Carol might have fondled a dog.
    notcherrycompartió una citael año pasado
    … I’ll never regret … the years I’m giving … They’re easy to give, when you’re in love … I’m happy to do whatever I do for you …
    notcherrycompartió una citael año pasado
    It was the first time Carol had called her darling.
    notcherrycompartió una citael año pasado
    “You must know she thinks a lot of you, if she wants you to take a trip with her.”
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