The Little Paris Bookshop is a very pretty book. Love and loss and all of the feelings…
“Time. It rubs the rough edges that hurt us smooth.”
“Love is a house. Everything in the house should be used – nothing mothballed or ‘spared.’ Only if we fully inhabit a house, shunning no room and no door, are we truly alive. Arguing and touching each other tenderly are both important, so are holding each other tight and pushing the other away. We must use absolutely every one of love’s rooms. If not, ghosts and rumors will thrive. Neglected rooms and houses can become treacherous and foul…”
Yes, all the feelings.