There is no point in treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, There now, hang on, you’ll get over it. Sadness is more or less like a head cold—with patience, it passes....
He needs to go rub his soul against life.
On Sunday morning I put on jeans, changed into a denim dress, then back into jeans again, feeling stupid. I can get into a mood where I annoy myself to no end. At the moment when I got completely fed...
At his last checkup the pediatrician had observed the howling red face and trembling limbs, and said that infants process grief as trauma. Then suggested they try a different formula.
He is the one wife belonging to many white men. Anatole explained it this way: Like a princess in a story, Congo was born too rich for her own good, and attracted attention far and wide from men who d...
Were the beaux less generous over time? Her assets less marketable? If she had lived to be old, would she have resided in a teacup, to be sipped at intervals beneath some gray moustache?
My thoughts kept straying onto random paths...hoping to get lost in a thicket.
No matter what affronts of youthful insolence he had to face in his day, he'd still have that: he was a man taken care of by a woman.
Most of the girls my age, or even younger, have babies. They appear way too young to be married, till you look in their eyes. Then you'll see it. Their eyes look happy and sad at the same time, but un...
My prior experience with young men was to hear them swear 'Christ almighty in the craphouse!' at any dress with too many buttons.
You learn to read so you can identify the reality in which you live, so that you can become a protagonist of history rather than a spectator.
No one seemed to realize calculating sums requires only the most basic machinery and good concentration. Poetry is far more difficult. And palindromes, with their perfect, satisfying taste: Draw a lev...
No other continent has endured such an unspeakably bizarre combination of foreign thievery and foreign goodwill.
He could construct defeat from any available material and live inside it, but for once Dellarobia didn't go there with him. She was going ahead.
So he just stood there brewing like a coffeepot. Only with a coffeepot you know exactly what's going to come out of it.
What Aunt Tess loved to say was: Sugar, it’s no parade but you’ll get down the street one way or another, so you’d just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up your pace.
Mr. Shepherd, ye cannot stop a bad thought from coming into your head. But ye need not pull up a chair and bide it sit down. - Mrs. Brown
My heart had grown older, with more in it to break.
My little beast, my eyes, my favorite stolen egg. Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In pe...
You learn to read so you can identify the reality in which you live, so that you can become a protagonist history rather than a spectator Father Fernando Cardenal
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