Each of us extracted different people from our parents by our personalities and hence we had different experiences growing up.
Eloise knew that it was so much more complicated than that. There are no trades in this life, and depression is a dark, dark doorway some people have no choice but to walk through.
Eloise thought that justice was a funny thing. It was a big idea, a romantic one. It was imagined like a satisfying end to a story.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed. It can only change form.
Every couple starts off loving each other, don't they? It's how a relationship ends that really defines its nature.
Fear holds on. Love lets go. Yes,
Finley felt a fresh wash of tears, a desire to run toward Eloise, to cling and to hold on. But she didn’t. She had already learned the most important lesson Eloise had to teach, though it still hurt l...
Hateful feelings could crop up in a marriage, like weeds pushing their way through concrete. If you weren’t vigilant, they took over quickly, like kudzu, depriving love of light and air until it withe...
Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. Or punishment, depending on the circumstances.
Hope is good. Without it, well, you do the math. But hope has to be like a prayer. Putting it out there to something more powerful than yourself.
I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.
It's a little known fact, but parents are like superheroes. With just a few magic words they can make you feel ten feet tall and bulletproof, they can slay the dragons of doubt and worry, they can mak...
Life is an impossible twist of choice and circumstance. One rarely exists without the other.
Maybe it was hereditary, anger. Maybe it lay dormant in boyhood, the disease taking hold in late adolescence. Then it either burned out before any damage was done, or took control.
My dad and I were in the kitchen, bent over the table while he tried to help me with my trigonometry homework—which, PS, addled my brain and has yet in life to reveal its practical application.
Or she could listen to that other voice, the voice that wasn’t a voice but something so deep, so indivisible from her own consciousness that it didn’t have sound.
Parenthood wasn’t about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else’s. When you loved your kids, you’d give up e...
People who stay in the same town with the same friends for their entire lives never get a chance to find out who they can really be, because they will always be considered as who they were.
Ralph Waldo Emerson thought of weeds as plants whose virtues had not yet been discovered.
Shock is the stepsister of denial. It cushions the blow to your psyche when really fucked up things happen.
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