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It was as if we'd pressed ourselves together until his bones passed through mine and we were the same person, ever so briefly.
I miss good old-fashioned honorable people just trying to make something of life. Simply, without hurting anyone else. I know that makes me a sap.
I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me, but I couldn't ever stop loving him, absolutely, for what he was.
I loved the deep smell of the horses and the track itself and the noises of the happy crowd taking its luck as it came.
I have fought for independence here, and freedom, too. More and more I find they're not at all the same thing.
Then the rudder and elevator finally come to life, swinging her nose up, and she's left the earth - arrow straight. A butterfly after all.
reached behind me to adjust the stockings again. "Your mother doesn't like me." "She just doesn't want to lose me. That's how mothers are.
Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind.
I took my first creative writing class when I was 24, then went onto to get a graduate degree in poetry. I've sort of never looked back from there.
The worst events always have the thrust of accidents, as if they come out of nowhere. But that's just lack of perspective.
Things come that we never would have predicted for ourselves or even guessed at. And yet they change us for ever.
It had been a false spring, a lie like all the other lies, and I found myself wondering it it would ever really come.
Maybe that's the secret to surviving all sorts of trouble, knowing who you are apart from it, I mean.
I've sometimes thought that being loved a little less than others can actually make a person, rather than ruin them.
They had as good a shot at making it as anyone did, but what if marriage didn't solve anything and didn't save anyone even a little bit? What then?
Walk through your sorrow, my daughter, it hardly matters as long as you walk to where you want to be.
Who knows what anyone deserves? We like to play judge and jury, but we're all a rotten mess under our skins.
Proper learning isn't just useful in society, Beryl. It can be wonderfully yours, a thing to have and keep just for you.
But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.
He was a humorist, and everyone knew the funny writers were the most serious sort under their skins.
I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant.
All her stories seemed to involve rowboats and ukuleles, full moons and campfires and grog. I was desperately jealous.
He lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply, the tip flaring an angry red. Isn't love a beautiful goddamn liar?
Sometimes I've thought it's only our challenges that sharpen us, and change us, too - a mile-long runway and nineteen hundred pounds
would all trickle through my fingers like so much red dust, for as long as childhood lasted it was a heaven fitted
It was terrible to feel so empty, as if I were nothing. Why couldn't I be happy? And just what was happines anyway?
To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too-that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.
They sat in the cafes with their fresh faces and long lovely legs and waited for something outrageous to happen.
How close people could be to us when they had gone as far away as possible, to the edges of the map. How unforgettable.
I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight.
The first time I saw a narcissus pushing through ice and thriving, I thought it was perfect and wanted that kind of determination for myself.
He wanted them both, but there was no having everything, and love couldn't help him now. Nothing could help him but bravery, and what was that anyhow?
He didn't know how love managed to be a garden one moment and war the next. He was at war now, his loyalty tested at every turn.
It was august. for years it was august ... . there was heat like wet gauze and a high, white sky and music coming from everywhere at once.
I might just crawl under my bed and not come out until I'm old and doddering and can't remember feeling anything for anyone at all.
though I leaned against him and tried to meet the kiss and to take it in, I couldn't quite feel it. I couldn't feel us. -
No one really knows how it is with anyone else. That's the truth. That's our only real retaliation when the gossip starts to churn.
People interest me so much. They're such wonderful puzzles. Think of it. Half the time we've no idea what we're doing, but we live anyway.
We can only go to the limits of ourselves. Anything more and we give too much away. Then we're not good for anyone.