-Can we have one day when we don't have to talk about the meaning of life?
-I don't think we ever talk about anything else.
Tags: meaning-life
It came to him that he didn't like holidays. . . . They bore down on you. Each one always ended up feeling like an exam . . .
Lily KingTags: holidays
So much of this trip had been spent gazing at spectacular sights, which always filled me, as this one did now, with agonizing frustration. Why couldn't I simply accept and enjoy beauty? What was it that stirred up this terrible discomfort? ...We agreed it was the impermanence, the inability to possess, the reminder of death.
Lily KingWho can explain why a few words in a particular tone can clear acres of sudden unfamiliarity? ...Would that person look up and grin, and find him grinning back, full of the sweet miraculous relief of having been perfectly received? ...He was saying, if it's not carrots, it's something else; he was saying, How futile life is, the slicing of carrots, the eating of meals; he was saying, How wonderful life is, to come home to the security of carrots in the kitchen; he was saying, Another day come to its devastating close. He was saying all this and I heard him because he was like me, entirely ambivalent about life. It was almost a question: Should I be full of joy or despair, Rosie? Joy, my face always replied to him, not because I felt sure that was the answer, but because I'd begun to want to make it his.
Lily KingWas it possible in any relationship to not disappoint, to do anything more than only briefly rekindle the initial fatal illusion?
Lily KingYou have so much to offer, she was often told, as if she had a tray of cigarettes and candy perpetually strapped to her waist.
Lily KingTags: analogy
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