7 Quotes by Viola Di Grado

Try and make them understand that while artists can recycle their suffering in their art, I didn't know what to do with mine.

Non lo capiva nessuno che sono le parole che sono contrarie alla vita, ti nascono in testa, te le covi in gola, e poi in un attimo ci spargi sopra la voce e le uccidi per sempre. La lingua è un crematorio incosciente che vuole condividere e invece distrugge, come le dita-lame di Edward mani-di-forbice, che se accarezza taglia la faccia.

Basta niente per restare imprigionati nella storia di qualcun altro.

It’s only reality, it can’t hurt you.

Try and make them understand that while artists can recycle their suffering in their art, I didn’t know what to do with mine.

I’d understood that grief is a Russian nesting doll: it never ends, it just hides inside new grief, and every new instance of grief contains all the previous ones. So my grief was invisible but it was there, inside every stupid daily disappointment.

We used electricity only sparingly because we had so little money, and we used our faces to smile only sparingly because happiness wasn’t something we did well.