Quotes from Antonia Michaelis

Just a tiny little pain, Three days of heavy rain, Three days of sunlight, Everything will be alright, Just a tiny little pain.

Sometimes I don't even know if I'm extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you

If you have known someone your whole life, you can see them in the dark.

In love, there is no criticism. In love, there is no rationality

Go away princess. Leave your outlaw alone. You won't change him... go away, Anna, far away, and don't ever come back. The fairy tale doesn't have a happy ending.

It was a disaster … It was the most wonderful thing in the world.

If we lose each other, we'll meet where it's spring.

In a dream, in a fairytale, nothing has to be explained, everything happens of its own accord.

And the snow that fell onto the roof in winter... it fell softly... softly... and it covered the house, the armchair, the books, the children's voices. It covered Anna and Abel, covered their parallel world, and everything was finally, very, very quiet.

I can't be forgiven so I am not asking you for forgiveness. We lost each other, and we will never find each other again.

Next to that dragon Micha had wirtten: 'KIS EacH OthER'. Abel looked at Anna. Anna looked at Abel. 'She is the little queen,' said Abel, 'in our fairy tale, at least.' 'One must obey the queen,' said Anna.

That was how she saw the storyteller for the last time - in an absolutely silent world, in a staircase. He'd hit his target. When she fell into darkness, she knew that she would never see him again. She'd love him to the very end.

Everybody knew everything now. Or did everybody know nothing? Nobody knew anything... Nobody could know everything.

But what does he want my heart for?" the little queen asked. "He just wants to own it," replied the sea lion. "That is enough. He wants to look on its beauty and know that his hands alone can touch it.

Where does someone go when he dies?', 'When does fear end?', 'Where are all the single socks that disappeared in the washing machine?

I am not staying with the murderer," she said, her words muffled by his jacket. "I am not staying with the victim Abel Tannatek or the culprit Abel Tannatek. I am staying with the storyteller.

That cloak of love you were wearing—he's torn it to shreds, undoing the seams of trust that held it together. How can you ever wear those shreds?

I don't know what happened between the two of you. I don't know if it can be forgiven. The hardest thing always is to forgive yourself.

Nothing was perfect, but everything was all right. The light was never just blue.

What does that mean?' Anna whispered. 'What does that all mean? Abel ran his fingers through her hair again, and his hand wandered down and stayed on her throat. 'It means everything,' he whispered back. 'And nothing.

There was the place where all the shouted words fall into the water. They're too weak to make it from shore to shore. I saw the words underwater, millions of them; they're lying there on the bottom of the sea, a whole load of wrecked sentences, sentences that never reached their destination, questions from one side and answers from the other…

Possibly, she thought, the pool of answers was limited. There are fewer answers in the world than questions, and if you ask me now why that is so, I must tell you that there is no answer to that question.

The words that I will have to find for that explanation will be sharp and they will hurt, much worse than the thorns of roses.

He looked at the gun. "Aren't you afraid?" "Of course I am," Anna said. "Of course I'm afraid. But that doesn't help." He shook his head. "No," he said, "it doesn't help to be afraid. Bad things happen anyway. You're right.