The news of life is carried via telephone. A baby’s birth, a couple engaged, a tragic car accident on a late night highway – most milestones of the human journey, good or bad, are foreshadowed by the sound of a ringing.
Getting old we can deal with. Being old is the problem.
Because one thing God gave us- and I’m afraid it’s at times a little too much- is freewill. Freedom to choose. I believe he gave us everything needed to build a beautiful world, if we choose wisely.
When a lost loved one appears before you, it’s your brain that fights it, not your heart.
You’re not listening with your eyes.
That kind of love – the kind you realize you already have by the life you’ve created together – that’s the kind that lasts.
Sometimes you have to do things when sad things happen.
This is a story about a family and, as there is a ghost involved, you might cal it a ghost story. But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at out tables long after they have gone.
Mothers support certain illusions about their children, and one of my illusions was that I liked who I was, because she did. When she passed away, so did that idea.
She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.
Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do.
Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else.
The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.
You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It’s a lifetime in itself.
What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you’re so wrecked it’s hard to believe you ever were a child?
When you come to the end, that’s where God begins.
He did not know that the child who had asked for yesterday was now seeking to own tomorrow.
At that moment i felt lonelier than i’d ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything.
Sometimes, questions are more hurtful than insults.
Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time. When you are measuring life, you are not living it.