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"There in bed happiness comes over me. Not like something that belongs to me, but like a wheel of fire rolling through the room and the world. For a moment I think I'll manage to let it pass and be able to lie there, aware of what I have and not wish for anything more. The next moment I want to hang on. I want it to continue. He has to lie beside me tomorrow, too. This is my chance. My only, my last chance.
Standing there on his floor, next to his bed, I can hear something. It's the fear that what has been given to me won't last. It's the sound of all the unhappy love stories I've never wanted to listen to. Now it sounds as if they're all contained within me."
pg 188 Peter Hoeg Smilla's Sense of Snow
This sums up how I am feeling right now.
Standing there on his floor, next to his bed, I can hear something. It's the fear that what has been given to me won't last. It's the sound of all the unhappy love stories I've never wanted to listen to. Now it sounds as if they're all contained within me."
pg 188 Peter Hoeg Smilla's Sense of Snow
This sums up how I am feeling right now.