She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.
Hey," he said. "It's someday." He said the last word in Greek.
Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.
Love yourself and your friends unconditionally .
Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain.
How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.
But like everything else, love changed.
When there is nothing, there is the possibility of everything.
I dont really write with the idea of trying to teach any lessons. I want to tell a story as truthfully and engagingly as I can, and then let the chips fall where they may.
Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.
There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.
Lena realized that a fundamental layer of their happiness depended on the four of them being close to one another. Their lives were independent and full. Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives, but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.
Starting is hard so I really need to give myself permission to do a bad job. I always give myself leave to write total nonsense for as long as I need to release the pressure, because it's really hard to start if you feel like that first sentence you write has to actually mean something.
A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long over, it still consumed her year after year. It was a tangled hairball of feelings and she couldn't pull forth any one strand.
Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She'd held on to them and to that old self tenaciously, though. She clung to it, celebrated it, worshipped it even, instead of constructing a new grown-up life for herself. For years she'd been eating the cold crumbs left over from a great feast, living on them as though they could last her forever.
She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.
What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.
The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.
Luck never gives; it lends.
She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that. You couldn’t imagine it, and then it happened and you couldn’t really imagine it hadn’t.
Wish for what you want, work for what you need. -Carmen's grandmother
You'll turn out ordinary if you're not careful.
There were certain qualities you possessed carelessly. And you couldn't retrieve them when they were gone. The very act of caring made them impossible to regain.
One must have a good memory to keep the promises one has made.
Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.
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