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I can never be so young again with anyone else

I was dependent, and happy that he was the stronger and wished to look after me.

Sometimes we could feel a sudden hatred of the other, because one had run into a limitation that could not be defined. We believed in a future together, yet our dreams were different.

Our marriage lasted five yea…

—p.89 Changing by Liv Ullmann
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bicycling or walking long distances to see a play

There is the anticipation of coming to a new place every day, meeting a new audience each evening. Communicating with people who are not accustomed to the theatre. Acting for men and women who still consider it worthwhile bicycling or walking long distances to see a play. An audience packed into a …

—p.76 by Liv Ullmann
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one carries one’s fate within oneself advice/living

It never occurred to me that there must have been a number of losers that day. Future colleagues whom I would meet a long time later in a tour bus. That we would lightly trade back and forth the young people we once were, with laughter and distance.

Then I only had Grandma. By morning I was with…

—p.74 by Liv Ullmann
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it hurts to remember the last part of her life

It hurts to remember the last part of her life. An old people’s home. Tastefully furnished. All the colors harmonizing, staff in white aprons and patient smiles. Yet as soon as the bell rang for breakfast, lunch or supper, the fifty old ladies immediately had to leave their rooms and troop to the d…

—p.60 by Liv Ullmann
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seeing pictures of Mamma when she was young project/teacher-story

Seeing pictures of Mamma when she was young makes me sad. She is lovely, her eyes are happy and full of expectation.

Why doesn’t life turn out as we hope and plan?

Why is Time so merciless, stealing our opportunities if we are not swift enough to grasp them immediately?

Why is it so fright…

—p.55 by Liv Ullmann