People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.
They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all. They go like this.
It was right and wrong both. Love does as it undoes. It goes after, with equal tenacity, joy and heartbreak.
Maybe a person is just made up of a lot of people," I say. "Maybe we're accumulating these new selves all the time.
If I shut everything else out and filled the room with memories, the past could become the present, and I could live there, with him. I would never leave.
We are always waiting, aren't we? All in a state of hesitation and held breath. Sometimes it's glorious like a storm at the end of a hot day.
That is my job, right? To comfort him. To keep the portrait of what he left behind intact. Isn't that a woman's duty during wartime?
Bad enough to be ill, but to feel compelled to deny the very thing that, in its worst and most active state, defines you is agony indeed.
In short, to enter the lists of literature is wilfully to expose yourself to the arrows of neglect, ridicule, envy, and disappointment. Whether you write well or ill, be assured that you will not escape from blame...
I felt held hostage by her illness and by the backward mental health system that once again was incapable of helping our family in crisis.
It is not that we have so little time but that we lose so much. ... The life we receive is not short but we make it so; we are not ill provided but use what we have wastefully.
Been under treatment for PTSD and bipolar since 1992. I’m not ashamed of my illness. I’ve been shunned by many and I feel for those shunned, too.
So intense was his sexual frustration that it had begun to feel like a life-threatening illness: testicular gout, libidinal gangrene.
In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving
Poor, ill-advised Roderich! What evil power did you conjure up to poison in its first youth the race you thought to have planted for eternity?
The centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us
I have an ill-fitting jacket. It looks sick. It has an “I Voted” sticker on it, so perhaps it’s as disgusted with politics as politicians are disgusting.
On such a night,’ I thought, ‘were ill and good, Bright and unlovely; precious, tawdry, All mingled into one And pressed against my heart.
... but as with so may diagnoses it is, in the end, the symptoms that matter, not the cause, because this is what being alive means, this is what being a person means, to be sickened by an illness known as you.
Fortune definitely frowns upon all ill-gotten wealth, and often causes it to mysteriously evaporate.
When grandpa was ill and could've died, I would have swapped all my record sales so he could get well. He is the reason I am a singer. He was my best friend growing up.
