If we don't go mad once in a while, there's no hope.
Rachel JoyceThe past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.
Rachel JoycePeople were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.
Rachel JoyceStichwörter: every-man
He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was also his journey to accept the strangeness of others.
Rachel JoyceStichwörter: every-man
He saw the reflection of her face in a compact mirror as she painted on her re lips. She did it with such care, he had felt she was trapping something behind the colour.
She had touched life, played with it a little, bit it was a slippery bugger,and finally we must close the door, and leave it behind.
Stichwörter: novel life-lessons-lessons literatue
I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to...Why else would we have feet?
Rachel JoyceStichwörter: wisdom
I can't explain why I think I can get there, when all the odds are against me. But I do. Even when a big part of me is saying I should give up, I can't. Even when I don't want to keep going, I still do it
Rachel JoyceStichwörter: inspirational
He had always been too English; by which he supposed he meant that he was ordinary.
Rachel JoyceI miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. The only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It's like discovering a great hole in the ground. To begin with, you forget it's there and keep falling in. After a while, it's still there, but you learn to walk round it.
Rachel JoyceBut maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith.
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