Quotes from Ã…sa Larsson

How can this dog be such an easy victim? A dog who was mistreated by her previous owner over and over again. Why doesn't she recognize evil when she runs straight into its arms? Because she has the ability to forget. Burrows down into the feathery snow and is pleased to see anyone who streches out a hand to her. And now she is lying here.

Shake the tree. See what falls down.

Quem ama a perfeição? Não, o amor quer cuidado e o cuidado necessita dos erros da pessoa amada, necessita de feridas, de fragilidade. O amor quer curar, e a perfeição não tem necessidade de cura. Não se pode amar a perfeição, simplesmente adorar.

That's just the way it is. I'll always remember. She's forgotten.

Magdalena doesn't ask what Rebecka is doing at the hospital. That's how Rebecka realizes that Magdalena knows. It's the things you don't say. That's what always gives a person away.

You never come closer to owning the whole world than when you wake up before everyone else. There

How the hell is he supposed to sleep when his brain is running a nonstop festival of horror films. First

it was as if she'd shut out the outside world. No, actually, thought Anna-Maria, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. She isn't shutting out the outside world. She's shutting herself in.

It is good to feel small beneath the sparkling northern lights, small beside the mighty river. Nature is so close to us up here. My troubles and difficulties just shrivel up. I like being insignificant.

El amor es como una planta o un animal. Vive y se desarrolla. Nace, crece, envejece y muere.

Do they really help? It's just a few pictures in an album in your head, after all. In between those scenes you do remember there are hundreds, thousands, of scenes you've forgotten. So are you remembering the truth?

La dureza del corazón del ser humano es algo curioso. Se parece a las plantas de los pies en verano. Puedes correr pisando piñas y grava, pero si se te hace una herida en el talón, es profunda.

Spare me from ending up in a dayroom with worn-out, incontinent old folk. Spare

Les bouleaux sont fins et malingres. au sud de la Suède, les arbres à membres fins commencent à fleurir. Les magnolias et les cerisiers, comme des jeunes filles endimanchées dans les parcs. Les boulots ici sont fins, oui, mais n'ont rien de jeunes filles. Noueux, hirsutes et courbés comme de vieilles Laponnes, ils guettent le printemps à la lisière de la forêt.

The members of the congregation looked as though they'd just dropped in for a rest on the way to the grave.

En kaffe med mjölk och en utan, yin och yang.

I haven't the strength to be happy, she wants to say. I can hardly even manage to be unhappy.

And the feeling that washed over him was like the feeling you get when your new puppy pees in the house for the hundredth time. Exhaustion in the face of how crap everything is.

Don't they say that all the people in your dreams are really yourself?

Travelling in one direction. Yearning to be going the other way. She has lived here. She will survive there.

Listen, kid, you shouldn't work so bloody hard. Sometimes it's a goos idea just to let go and scream a bit." Let go she thought. What happens if you find out you keep on falling?

It's the job, she thought. I work too hard. That's why my thoughts go round and round at night, like a hamster on a squeaking wheel.

But I feel a sense of peace when I'm working. Happiness, almost. It's when I'm not working I feel uneasy.

She is afraid of depression. It skulks around her house like a shadow: a giant, slow and remorseless. It will be like leaving the door wide-open if she keeps on like this, messing up her routines. So all the giant has to do is crouch down, step inside and get her.