Like snowflakes,' Franny said,'none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before
Alice SeboldHeaven wasn't perfect.
Alice SeboldYou're dead and you have to accept it.
Alice SeboldThe helplessness of being alive, the dark bright pity of being human-- feeling as you went--
groping in corners and opening your arms to light-- all of it part of navigating the unknown.
When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things.
Alice SeboldPeople grow up by living.
Alice SeboldLook what happens when we dream.
Alice SeboldStones and bones;
snow and frost;
seeds and beans and polliwogs.
Paths and twigs, assorted kisses,
We all know who Susie misses...
When Lindsey and I played Barbies Barbie and Ken got married at sixteen. To us there was only one true love in everyone's life we have no concept of compromise or retries.
Alice SeboldShe was in the downstairs bathroom sneaking bites from the macaroons my father's firm always sent us for Christmas. She ate them greedily they were like suns bursting open in her mouth.
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