You just want to give up, he said when he was able to speak. Only you keep going. You still have to get up in the morning and pour the cereal in the bowls. You keep on breathing, whether you want to or not. Nobody's around to tell you how it's supposed to work. The usual rules just don't apply anymore.
He was still talking, but she wasn't even sure if it was to her.
When it started, he said, I thought nothing could be worse than those first days. And it wasn't only us, but everyone else you'd see, wandering around like they'd landed on a whole different planet. Instead of just dealing with your own heart getting ripped into pieces, wherever you looked you knew there were other people dealing with the same thing. You couldn't even be alone with it. Like you're out in the ocean and the undertow catches you and you start yelling for help, but then you look around, and all around you in the water for as far as you can see, there's all these other people flailing too.
He sat there for a moment, shaking his head.
You keep getting up in the morning and knowing this will continue maybe ten thousand more mornings. You wish you were the one who died.
How much better would that be?
Mots clés life-and-death
No doubt Richard's father, like my mother, had once held his infant son in his arms, looked into the eyes of his child's mother, and believed they would move into the future together with love. The fact that they didn't was a weight each of us carried, as every child does, probably, whose parents no longer live under the same roof. Wherever it is you make your home, there is always this other place, this other person, calling to you. Come to me. Come back.
Joyce MaynardYou like to think you can count on a person. To hang around
Joyce Maynard...tragedy and death would follow a person whereever he went in life. There was no such thing as escape, except maybe the kind that Mr. Kirby had accomplished...
Joyce MaynardThere was a way of looking at the world where practically every single thing that happened had some kind of double meaning.
Joyce MaynardDaughters," he told her as they dug. "Nothing better than a good daughter.
Joyce MaynardMots clés the-good-daughters
I tried to think of what my father would tell me. 'Don't let any boy give you shit.' But he'd never said how we should go about preventing this.
Joyce MaynardMots clés boys dating young-girls
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