But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.
Julianna BaggottTag: life loneliness alone
...even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.
Julianna BaggottTag: childhood bad-childhood
Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.
Julianna BaggottTag: life love survival luxury
She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.
Julianna BaggottTag: love loss letting-go
But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.
Julianna BaggottWeakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should.
Julianna BaggottTag: hope weakness letting-go the-past giving-up
These are the little things that people should really appreciate, simple pleasures.
Julianna BaggottShe doesn't want his sympathy. She hates pity.
Julianna BaggottWhen boys grow into men, their boyishness is still apparent each time they abandon themselves a little. I stretch against them sometimes--lovesickness, it is the same ache as homesickness for me--and I marvel. The length of their bodies, it's where I find my house, my old street, Ashbury Park and all of its yowling--men, they walk around carrying my country, my motherland, and they don't even know. They don't have the tiniest idea.
Julianna BaggottWhen I met you, I thought we were meant for each other, even though, in some ways, seemed very different and we kept fighting. But now ..."
"What?"
"Now I think we're meant for each other, but we are doing to each other, to become the people we become. You know what I mean.
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