Bloody heads and hearts, never match up, do they?
It’s amazing how an otherwise intelligent person can become a credulous fool as soon as you mention the words “organic,” “authentic,” and “Gweneth Paltrow.
And then Jo met Professor Bhaer, so we had to watch that bit. And then Beth died. So I guess the March sisters were on their own jagged graph too.
I think you need to start thinking less about what you owe other people and more about what you owe yourself.
AI guess that’s what happens when you have no Botox, make-up or fake tan. You have expressions instead.
What if our children are all super-bright and I can’t understand what they’re saying and they look down on me because I haven’t got a PhD?
Linus might come over. He might not. Either way is fine. Either way, his decision is about himself, not about you. You are not responsible for his feelings.
In honor of my goddaughter’s christening, I will perform ‘The Real Slim Shady,’ by Eminem,” he says confidently.
The trouble with me is, I can’t let things go.
She says screens are the cigarettes of our age. They’re toxic, and we’re only going to realize the damage they’re doing when it’s too late.
So I’m biding my time, like a surfer waiting for a wave. I’m pretty good at surfing, as it happens, and I know the wave will come. When the moment is right, I’ll get Demeter’s attention. She’ll look at my stuff, everything will click, and I’ll start riding my life. Not paddling, paddling, paddling, like I am right now.
We’ll always have jazz.
You can’t go back in time and do life a different way.
People drive by in their colorful convertibles with the roof down, looking all relaxed and friendly, as if you might stroll up to them while they’re pausing at the light and start a conversation. It’s the opposite of Britain, where everyone’s in their own self-contained metal box, swearing at the rain.
But nothing changes if nothing changes. I saw that slogan on a T-shirt the other day, and it really resonated. I’ve changed. My horizons have shifted, And if I want to keep growing and changing, I need to challenge myself.
Which is just grief, I guess. I’ve decided that grief is like a newborn baby. It knocks you for six. It takes over your brain with its incessant cry. It stops you sleeping or eating or functioning, and everyone says, “Hang in there, it gets easier.” What they don’t say is, “Two years on, you’ll think it’s got easier, but then, out of the blue, you’ll hear a certain tune in the supermarket and start sobbing.
You sound like Darth Vader,” I say bluntly. Elinor doesn’t even flinch. “So be it,” she says, and sips her water. That is totally a Darth Vader thing to say. Next she’ll be ordering the destruction of a thousand innocent Jedi younglings.
In fact, her whole demeanor is calmer. It’s creepy. It’s like she’s had Botox of the soul.
And the truth is, the country is very cool. It’s absolutely the new town.
See how I stopped mid-sentence? I can do it too. When I don’t necessarily want to reveal the exact thought I’m having.