I’ve grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It’s weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.
Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.
I am not afraid of death, which after all can’t be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.
The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.
The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.
They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them
Learning is important. It is a way to make a life better for yourself and your family.
The future offers everything. Reach out and take whatever you want.
I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.
Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.
Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?
As well as remembering too little, I have seen too much
Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.
When you’re young, everything carries a twin charge of novelty and infinite possibility
The richness of the whole world reduced to a choice that was not a choice at all, but a sentence.
Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.
How age enamels us, she would say. It builds up in layers and locks us inside our own skin, stopping us from breaking out, preventing the outside from burrowing in.
Is nothing in life ever straight and clear the way children see it?