I am reading a book called The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George. At first quaint,
somewhat frivolous, but then its characters fill out and its messages become deeper, more meaningful.
Which means I am now writing down phrases – snippets of
wisdom that provoke further contemplation.
‘Love may come and go, but the caring goes on.’ Oh, yes, it
does.
‘It only takes one word to hurt a woman, a matter of
seconds, one stupid, impatient blow…but winning her trust back takes years. And
sometimes, there isn’t the time.’ Life feels shorter under the task or maybe, one perceives they have little left and therefore there isn’t time to figure out how to regain her
trust.
‘And that is why it hurts so much. When women stop loving,
men fall into a void of their own making.’ Yes, they do and it is horrible to
see because it becomes obvious that they don’t comprehend, don’t acknowledge, that their new-found
feelings of loss are the result of their own actions. So they do nothing.
And she can do nothing more than continue the caring. Because
she wants to.
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