520 Quotes by Melina Marchetta

I’d go back to the moment it all fell apart and I’d start there.

For a moment I can’t help thinking how decent he is – that there’s some hope for him beyond the obnoxious image he displays. Maybe deep down he is a sensitive guy, who sees us as real people with real issues.

Then he holds her and for a moment I hear total silence; that totally silent part of a cry that announces that the most horrible grief is going to follow. And it does, and he’s muffling it, but I can hear and I want someone to come over and jab her with a sedative because its pitch pierces my soul.

Just ask how I’m feeling, I want to say. Just ask and I may tell you. But no one does.

Do something that scares you everyday.

She misses him more now than when he was away.

See, I remember love. That’s what people don’t understand.

If we forget who we lost, then we forget who we once were, and if we forget who we once were, we lose sight of who we are now.

Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.