It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide for the rest of one's natural life.
Jane HamiltonHe wore binoculars around his neck the way librarians wear their glasses.
Jane HamiltonShe read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page.
Jane HamiltonTags: books
I feel like I don't have all the ingredients a person is supposed to have.
Jane HamiltonIt was about forgiving. I understood that forgiveness itself was strong, durable—like strands of a web weaving around us, holding us.
Jane HamiltonThere were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that rain might someday fall. I thought then about the seasons changing, and in the gray of night I could almost will myself to see the azure sky, the gold of the maple leaves, the crimson of the ripe apples, the hoarfrost on the grass.
Jane HamiltonI looked up then, out the far window, and there, just within sight, the sun was going down across the river. It was dull red, no longer shining over the land, its ray brought home to roost, contained within its sphere. The sky was streaked with lavendar, a pulsing pale blue, purple and smudged pink and orange melding into one another all the way to the horizon.
Jane HamiltonI'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move, so that all at once, you know what the pull of gravity feels like. And you know that this is something strong and important, something that you need for life, this woman moving through the room.
Jane HamiltonIt is books that are a key to the wide world; if you can't do anything else, read all that you can.
Jane HamiltonTags: inspirational
...you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help... And then finally, the way through grief is grieving.
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