He would not question Barretto's love, since to know Jenny is to love Jenny; it's a universal truth
Erich SegalMots clés love universal-truths
Her handwriting was curious small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?).
Erich SegalMots clés love e-e-cummings
Now would you do me a favor?' From somewhere inside me came this devastating assault to make me cry. But I withstood. I would not cry. I would merely indicate to Jennifer - by the affirmative nodding of my head - that I would be happy to do her any favor whatsoever.
'Would you please hold me very tight?' she asked.
I put my hand on her forearm - Christ, so thin - and gave it a little squeeze.
'No, Oliver,' she said, 'really hold me. Next to me.'I was very, very careful - of the tubes and things - as I got onto the bed with her and put my arms around her.
'Thanks, Ollie.'
Those were her last words.
Mots clés dying-last-words
I wanted to keep looking at her because I wanted to never take my eyes from her, but still I had to
lower my eyes, I was so ashamed that even now Jenny was reading my mind so perfectly.
'Listen, that's the only goddamn thing I'm asking, Ollie. Otherwise, I know you'll be okay.' That thing in my gut was stirring again, so I was afraid to even speak the word 'okay.' I just
looked mutely at Jenny.
Mots clés sadness death-and-dying
What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?
Erich SegalMots clés opening-lines loss first-lines eulogy
Fue entonces cuando la terrorífica verdad empezó a imponèrseme
-¡Jenny, estamos legalmente casados!
-Si, ahora ya puedo comportarme como una perra
Either way I don't come first, which for some stupid reason bothers hell out of me, having grown up with the notion that I always had to be number one. Family heritage, don't you know?
Erich SegalMots clés humor
...namque...solebatis
meas esse aliquid putare nuqas
Mots clés latin
We have turned doctors into gods and worship their deity by offering up our bodies and our souls - not to mention our worldly goods.
And yet paradoxically, they are the most vulnerable of human beings. Their suicide rate is eight times the national average. Their percentage of drug addiction is one hundred times higher
And because they are painfully aware that they cannot live up to our expectations, their anguish is unquantifiably intense. They have aptly been called 'wounded healers.' "
~ Barney Livingston, M.D.
(Doctors, 1989)
What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.
Erich SegalMots clés love death story author
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