There is love in holding, and there is love in letting go.
Elizabeth BergStichwörter: love
I hoped we never had to realize all the opportunities we missed in this life.
Elizabeth BergStichwörter: life
The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.
Elizabeth BergI cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.
Elizabeth BergStichwörter: loss depression
Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.
Elizabeth BergStichwörter: awakening road-trip
No one wants to mother more vigilantly than a woman who is childless and wishes she wasn’t.
Elizabeth BergStichwörter: maternal
No one could ever be for me what [he] had been because he had known me when, and that had kept me away from the true reality of my years.
Elizabeth BergStichwörter: love
But it seemed to me that this was the way we all lived: full to the brim with gratitude and joy one day, wrecked on the rocks the next. Finding the balance between the two was the art and the salvation.
Elizabeth BergStichwörter: life
If I could just have him until the day was over. Just a few more hours. But he was gone. I clasped my hand tightly over my mouth and felt a trembling that started deep inside move out to make all of me shake. I had a mighty impulse, it truly was mighty, to rise to my feet and howl. To overturn the chair and nightstand, to rip at my clothes, to bring down the very walls around us. But of course I did not do that. I pulled an elemental sense of outrage back inside and smoothed it down. I forced something far too big into something far too small, and this made for a surprising and unreasonable weight, as mercury does. I noticed sounds coming from my throat, little unladylike grunts. I saw that everything I’d ever imagined about what it would feel like when was pale. Was wrong. Was the shadow and not the mountain. And then, “It’s all right,” I said, quickly. “It’s all right.” To whom? I wondered later.
Elizabeth BergI felt myself trapped in line for a ride I was not nearly ready for, looking back but moving forward in the only direction I could go.
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