What is it we recognize? The soul is a mysterious thing. It's no less mysterious for me, though I've seen my own and others' refracted through hundreds of bodies over time.
Ann BrasharesThe most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.
Ann BrasharesLike why Lena always thought of Ritz crackers when she shaved her legs. Who knew why? And did it even matter?
Ann BrasharesIt’s by living that you live more.
Ann BrasharesBut there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and you figured you would just keep on feeling miserable.
Ann BrasharesYou broke up with him," a combination Effie-Carmen voice in her head reminded her.
"But that didn't mean you were allowed to stop loving me," she felt like saying to him.
Tags: love
How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?
Ann BrasharesTags: reflection
I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.
Ann BrasharesTags: deep-thoughts
I wanted to come more than halfway.
Ann BrasharesMaybe happiness didn’t have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures… Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks—the traffic signal that said “Walk” the second you got there—and downticks—the itchy tag at the back of your collar—that happened to every person in the course of a day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.
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