Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.
Between a man and a woman there was always one person who was stronger than the other one. That doesn’t mean the weaker one doesn’t love the stronger.
This is just a temporary hell, not a permanent one.
Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.
I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand.
Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman.
You look invincible,? my mother said one night. I loved these times, when we seemed to feel the same thing. I turned to her, wrapped in my thin gown, and said: I am.
I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.
Your first kiss is destiny knocking.
No one can pull anyone back from anywhere. You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us?
Since then I’ve always thought that under rape in the dictionary it should tell the truth. It is not just forcible intercourse; rape means to inhabit and destroy everything.
But she was waiting patiently. She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything. At seventy she had come to believe in time alone.
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.
The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: “booze affects material as it does people.
He took the hat from my mouth. ″Tell me you love me″, he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway.
Please don’t let Daddy die Susie,” he whispered. “I need him.
Like snowflakes,′ Franny said,’none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before.
I would do exactly what you are doing: I would talk to everyone I needed to, I would not tell too many people his name. When I was sure,” she said, “I would find a quiet way, and I would kill him.