Loss brings pain. Yes. But pain triggers memory. And memory is a kind of new birth, within each … - Sue Miller

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I love you. ' 'Yeah, well. . . ' 'You make my heart want to beat. ' 'That's nice and creepy. But I'm with Fletcher. (. . . ) Also, these proclamations of your undying love for me are getting kind of. . . it's a bit much to be honest. Just hold back a little. ' 'But my love for you is eternal. ' 'That's exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about.

Sue Miller

Loss brings pain. Yes. But pain triggers memory. And memory is a kind of new birth, within each of us. And it is that new birth after long pain, that resurrection - in memory - that, to our surprise, perhaps, comforts us.

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Kids need to see that Jesus is the best thing that ever happened to us. And they need to know it can happen to them.

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It seems we need someone to know us as we are - with all we have done - and forgive us. We need to tell. We need to be whole in someone's sight: Know this about me, and yet love me. Please.

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But pain may be a gift to us. Remember, after all, that pain is one of the ways we register in memory the things that vanish, that are taken away. We fix them in our minds forever by yearning, by pain, by crying out. Pain, the pain that seems unbearable at the time, is memory's first imprinting step, the cornerstone of the temple we erect inside us in memory of the dead. Pain is part of memory, and memory is a God-given gift.

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There is something truly restorative, finally comforting, in coming to the end of an illusion - a false hope.

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I suppose in our contemporary lives, our cumulative e-mails might constitute a kind of diary: that informal, moment-by-moment description of life as it goes by. . As I think of those notes now - what I wrote, what I said - it seems to me they danced across the surface just as my grandmother's diaries did - Anais Nin she wasn't, and I wasn't, either. Who is? Not even Anais Nin.

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