We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions
I’ll tell you something about true love. There’s no science to it. It’s as natural as the sky.
There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.
I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.
The months fall to shards at my feet.
A feeling can’t kill you.
?I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I’m touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.
It isn’t a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in.
Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you’ll discover things that don’t exist to be known.
When we were first married, I thought he must have been the most heartless, hateful man I’d ever known, but he was just as much a prisonor as I was. Where Vaughn imprisoned me with walls, he imprisoned his son with ignorance.
Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.
And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open.
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