He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.’s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.
Most people who are would each not be in love with their partner, if they did not have the kind of genitals they have.
In the end it will be your “Actions
This is my idea of family, actually, a sticky morass you can’t chew your way out of.
we need a mass of ancestors at our backs as ballast. Sometimes, we feel it’s impossible to push into the future without such a weight behind us, without such heaviness to keep us steady, even if it is imaginary. And the more frightening the future is, the more complicated it seems to be, the more we steady ourselves with the past.
It amazes me when education, religion and family values fail to create a human being.
Ian, man, I didna tell ye because I didna wish to lose you too. My brother was gone, and my father. I didna mean to lose my own heart’s blood as well. For you are dearer to me even than home and family, love.’She cast a lopsided smile at Jamie. ‘And that’s saying quite a bit.
Every person has his secret; in reverie, unbeknown to others, he finds peace, freedom, sorrow and love.
I was seventeen, halfway toward eighteen, and I had learned something nobody had ever taught me: Once you get to a certain age, especially if a driver’s license is involved, you can go a whole day-a whole week, even-without ever seeing your family. You can maybe say good morning and maybe say good night, but everything in the middle can be left blank.
And as Rhonda told the story, she thought: this is how the past gets passed down. This is how memories are made. Half-invented, embellished, given a touch of whimsy. Daniel would be a saint now that he was dead. A beautiful man who made his child wings.