Stuff happens to most people. One thing going wrong, I mean. One family member missing a chance to help. One who cuts you off. One person with her own shit to deal with. One of those things isn't enou...
I'm talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing...
I lived too much in my head instead of the real world.
I couldn't see beyond the walls of our apartment or the few miles between home and school. Every day was about getting through it. Every weekend was about getting back to school, where there could be...
Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, someth...
Death changes things,' I said. 'It happens and you can't stop it. You don't have a choice. This is different.''Life changes things, too.
As much I love to imagine being alone in an orderly lab, I also know you can't stay in there forever and expect to do good work. Life is one of those experiments meant to be conducted in a stimulating...
The mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. because love, love is never finished.
Try a little tenderness ...
I can be human to strangers and coworkers, just not to the people who actually care about me.
Because love, love never finishes.
And a pencil-line drawing of a house. And under a piece of Scotch tape a ring, just a cheap ring with a blue glass stone., it read.
The past only had whatever power you gave it; life was what you made it and if you wanted something different from what you had, it was up to you to make it happen.
You used to not give a damn about anything, but that was because you were brave, not cynical. You used to have so much courage.
You have to dig down and find some part of you that doesn't care what people think, doesn't care if it's hard, doesn't care if it hurts, doesn't care if you have to momentarily experience humiliation,...
What brings two people together anyway?
There's a lot that is awful. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard...obscure the beauty.
The sight of them (her friends) let a little air into her soul.
The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.
The doorbell rang during dinner. Alan got up to answer, saying, If it's the missionaries I might let them in. I'm too tired to put up a fight.