The letter was destroyed, but its final paragraph is inside of me. She wrote, I wish I could be a girl again, with the chance to live my life again. I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently. When I was your age, my grandfather gought me a ruby bracelet. It was too big for me and would slide up and down my arm. It was almost a necklace. He later told me that he had asked the jeweler to make it that way. Its size was supposed to be a symbol of his love. More rubies, more love. But I could not wear it comfortably. I could not wear it at all. So here is the point of everything I have been trying to say. If I were to give a bracelet to you, now, I would measure your wrist twice.
Jonathan Safran FoerMots clés family-love
It's up to the owner of a blanket to sleep on the blanket or to sleep in the blanket.
Kudakwashe MuziraMots clés romance triplets family-love superstitions-infanticide
Why?” I asked him tiredly. “What would it have changed? What could you possibly have said that would have made a difference?”
“That I was your brother, Harry,” he said. “That I loved you. That I knew a few things about denying the dark parts of your nature. And that we would get through it.” He put his elblows on his knees and rested his forehead on his hands. “That we’d figure it out. That you weren’t alone.”
Stab.
Twist.
He was right. It was just that simple.
Mots clés sweet regret not-alone brotherly-love family-love
Peter." The fine hair along her spine rising, Vicky could feel the power in a name. This is who you are, it said. Come back to us.
Tanya HuffMots clés identity who-you-are family-love power-in-a-name
The place of horror turns out to be no more than a green scoop, sometimes shadowed, sometimes shining with the bilberries and grass within it, as if a mouth had opened from which streamed a beam of light. So my uncle Robert's death, which had looked from a distance to be an all-consuming tragedy was, close-up, the story of a man finding release from his pain and how his brother had showed such defiant love. The past was a grave, a trap - and yet, also neither of these. Just light, coming and going.
At the wolf pit you imagine you will stare into a hole littered with bones, but what draws you to that place is not what you take from it. The wolf pit seems a delicate illusion. You walk towards it; there is nothing, just a curve of the moor; then it is a soft green light, and then it is nothing again.
Mots clés love family life-and-death death-of-a-loved-one family-love
I love you all; I love you more than life itself, but you're all fucking mad.
Ozzy OsbourneMots clés love musician family-love
Her hands flew to her mouth. 'Are we even twins?'
Josh rested his hand on her shoulder and brought his forehead to rest against hers, strands of their blond hair mingling. 'I will always be your brother, Sophie. I will always look after you.
Mots clés family loyalty siblings protection twins family-love
Shame is the demon that keeps many of us trapped in our pain; healing comes when we gain the courage to confront our demon(s).
J'son M. LeeMots clés shame guilt family-relationships family-values aids family-drama family-love hiv
I don't feel the need to explain my actions to her. I don't clarify, I don't doubt, I don't worry. I don't tell her everything, not anymore, but I tell her more than anyone else, by far. I tell her as much as I can.
Gillian FlynnMots clés love family trust brothers family-relationships loyalty sisters siblings brother unconditional-love sister twins sibling-relationships family-love sibling-bond
Remember that you can spend a day, a week, a months or a year with a friend, but you spend the rest of your life with the family
Zybejta (Beta) Metani' MarashiMots clés family-love
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