Quotes by : Cecilia Ekbäck

Sometimes when you had a thought, it refused to leave. You rejected it, disowned it, sent it away, to....

It was like Nils had said, about the little lake on the mountain that had been turned into marsh and....

Wolf Winter,’ she said, her voice small. ‘I wanted to ask about it. You know, what it is.’He was....

The circular wind is life. What was yesterday comes again tomorrow. It runs from place to place and returns.....

She wasn't sad. Not sad, more like... empty.