You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it’s a catch-22: all of those things that you’re willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourse...
What looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.
There were lies we told to save ourselves, and then there were lies we told to rescue others. What counted more, the mistruth, or the greater good?
All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.
You can miss a person you've never known.
Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?
When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.
People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.
I think you can love a person too much. You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it righ...
Here's a news flash for the ladies: for every one of you who thinks we all want a girl like Angelina Jolie, all skinny elbows and angles, the truth is, we'd rather curl up with someone like Charlotte - a woman who's soft when a guy wraps his arms aro...
Maybe you expected marriage to be perfect - I guess that's where you and I are different. See, I thought it would be all about making mistakes, but doing it with someone who's there to remind you what you learned along the way.
When you love someone - when you create a child with him - you don't just suddenly lose that bond. Like any other energy, it can't be destroyed, just channeled into something else.
It was a strange thing, to still be in love with your wife and to not know if you liked her. What would happen when this was all over? Could you forgive someone if she hurt you and the people you love, if she truly believed she was only trying to hel...
So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?
When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.
Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.
Maybe a mother wasn't what she seemed to be on the surface.
There are legions of us, I realized. The mothers who have broken babies, and spend the rest of our lives wondering if we should have spared them. And the mothers who have let their broken babies go, who look at our children and see instead the faces ...
