I want everyone to stop telling me to lower my expectations.
Tracy GuzemanTag: expectations
They had lived their older lives like strangers from different shipwrecks, washed up on the same island, without the benefit of a common language.
Tracy GuzemanHow long did it take to become a gracious person? One who could accept help and give thanks without being resentful of it?
Tracy GuzemanTag: grace help-resent
Your mother was the love of my life. Not everyone gets to have that. I did. Yes, I miss her, but I’m happier being alone and missing her than pretending not to miss her while being with someone else. Does that ridiculous statement make sense?”
“Yes.”
“Good.
Tag: love
People grieve in their own ways. If you’d for once stop worrying about what everyone else thinks and let yourself get close to someone, you might be surprised to find folks understand. You're not the only person in this world who got handed a life different than the one they expected.
Tracy GuzemanWe turned into each other’s best excuse for not doing the things we were afraid of.
Tracy GuzemanThe older I get, Mr. Lapine, the more I realize it’s sometimes preferable not knowing the answers to things. In fact, I often wish I’d never heard the question.
Tracy GuzemanHis voice was everything she equated with home.
Tracy GuzemanTag: home
I know you the way I know my own heart, the way I feel my own pulse. I know what your laugh will be, how you wave good-bye, the crescent of thumbnail you worry between your teeth. I have known you from the second you entered this world, and if I were to leave it now, I would know you still, were I to dust or ash.
Tracy GuzemanHe is a principled man, and compassionate, someone who will remind himself of your best qualities while struggling to forgive your worst. In short, he is a friend.
Tracy GuzemanTag: friendship compassion
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