There are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more su...
Remorse went out of fashion around the same time that Stop feeling guilty, and You’re too hard on yourself, and You need to love yourself more came into fashion.
Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.
Good teaching is one-fourth preparation and three-fourths pure theatre.
People commit thousands of small suicides every day that go unnoticed
May their having each other make more of them both.
But the son whips out a Bayer aspirin, the father rises to his feet, embraces the son, and Technicolor is restored to their lives.
I’m not sure I know what ‘simple-hearted’ means, I said haughtily. When there’s no deceit or malice in your heart. Most of us have some; it protects us. People without it are rare.
Good teaching is l/4th preparation and 3/4ths theatre.
Not everybody gets to grow up. First you have to survive your childhood, and then begins the hard work of growing into it.
As long as you can go on creating new roles for yourself, you are not vanquished.
General Confession it had been watered down to we are truly sorry and we humbly repent.
When someone has enough money, logistics can be worked out in no time.
One of the notebooks was for musings and pep talks. ... The other notebooks were for writing out the novel the way authors had done for centuries.
But what we ought to fear is the kind of death that happens in life. It can happen at any time. You're going along, and then, at some point, you congeal. You know, like jelly. You're not fluid anymore...
Squashed behind The Cloud of Unknowing we discovered a pocket-size spiral notebook with a day-by-day account of the time Justin had stayed with her and her husband after Tommy’s death. The writing was...
Other people don’t exist when you’re not with them.
I contemplated how I was going to get through the rest of the day and felt the onset of a terror I thought I had outgrown.I hated it when these started to form. One unwelcome subject sought out its c...
The remembrance of them is grievous unto us; the burden of them is intolerable.
During all my worrying about how and when and whether we’d ever get together again, I had neglected to imagine we might slip back together as naturally as a dislocated joint slipping back into place,...