I couldn't leave there without carrying some of her sadness and loneliness with me like a cloak. There was a smell that I've come to think of as life rot. Where a life has spoiled, gone bad through lack of use.
Lisa UngerBirdie wondered why that so often seemed to be the case—once you had what you wanted, it was a shadow of what you’d dreamed it to be.
Lisa UngerTag: dreams
… there was only one rule. Work hard and be nice, and everything would go just fine. That should be the rule for life, too, Emily thought. But, of course, that wasn’t how things went.
Lisa UngerTag: work-hard be-nice rule-for-life
Didn’t it seem like really thin, gorgeous people were always so mean? Where did they get that aura of entitlement? And didn’t it seem like people always fawned over them even though they behaved badly? Why was that?
Lisa UngerTag: looks mean sense-of-entitlement
Give up, she wanted to tell them. You lost. The world is crap, and no amount of communicating is going to change it.
Lisa UngerParenthood wasn’t about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else’s. When you loved your kids, you’d give up everything to keep them safe and make them happy, and you didn’t care about the other things, the ones that went away.
Lisa UngerTag: parenthood
Emily looked into his eyes. They were blank, unreadable. That was the worst kind of person, the scariest—the one who’d learned to keep his feelings out of his eyes. Or who didn’t feel anything at all. Emily had known people like that; they were the destroyers. They took things—everything you worked for, all your silly dreams—and smashed them beneath their boots for no reason at all.
Lisa UngerTag: eyes-the-true-expression destroyers
He didn’t seem like the sharpest tool in the shed.
Lisa UngerTag: stupid-people
She wanted to take those words back. But they were out, shattering in the air all around them, slicing them both.
Lisa UngerTag: words-have-power
When you’re young it's easy to confuse passion for love.
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