There is a limit to the amount of misery and disarray you will put up with, for love,junho 23, 2012 às 3:59 pm | Publicado em Alice Munro, Mary Cholmondeley | Deixe um comentário
There is a limit to the amount of misery and disarray you will put up with, for love, just as there is a limit to the amount of mess you can stand around a house. You can’t know the limit beforehand, but you will know when you’ve reached it. I believe this.
Every day I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence that will risk nothing and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well.
Always remember that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind… When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her.
Alice Munro, Too Much Happiness