This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.
The past shouts at you, the ugly words or actions echo down across the years.
Some people use their own hurt as an excuse for hurting others
If Christ's message could be distilled down to one line, that line would have to do with kindness and inclusiveness, not rules and divisiveness.
Families are like countries. They have their own language and jokes and secrets and assumptions about the right and wrong ways of doing things, and some of that always shows in the children, the way something of Germany or Australia always shows in a German or an Australian, no matter where they go. Outsiders like it or they don't, they feel at home there or they don't. It's like the taste of cilantro.
I felt I was drawing close to that age, that place in life, where you realize one day what you'd told yourself was a Zen detachment turns out to be naked fear. You'd had one serious love relationship in your life and it had ended in tragedy, and the tragedy had broken something inside you. But instead of trying to repair the broken place, or at least really stop and look at it, you skated and joked. You had friends, you were a decent citizen. You hurt no one. And your life was somehow just about half of what it could be.
I like that kind of thing. I like warmth and uncalled-for kindness, the small unnoticed generosities that speckle the meanness of the world.
In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.
Why are we born? We are born so that we will not have to be born again.
Melanie still grieves for Jared," she stated. I felt my head nod without willing the action. "You grieve for him. " I closed my eyes. "The dreams continue?" "Every night," I mumbled. "Tell me about then. " Her voice was soft, persuasive. "I don't like to talk about them. " "I know. Try. It might help. " "How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?
Can I read it? They really liked it when I did it.