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That’s how you know you really love something, Tallulahloo, when it feels worth the hassle, when even the hardest parts of it feel like a gift.”
Something about holding a baby makes me feel better about everything. The sweet smell of their hair, the promise of who they are just beginning, who they’ll become, bottled up in this tiny body. Babies remind me that good things grow from humble beginnings; that before we run, we crawl, then teeter, then walk.
You wrote about people healing together, rediscovering hope. That’s a happy ending.”
Great books take great time.
He’s the human embodiment of serotonin.”
Don’t assume other people’s problems are an indictment of you. Don’t take on their shit, especially mine, and make it yours,
“I see love as . . . elemental, something so deeply woven into everything that makes life feel alive.
“I think love is . . . wrapping your arms around every emotion, even the hard ones, even when being numb seems so much safer. Love is hoping, even after disappointment has taught you not to. Love is that bone-deep hum of peace through your body when you’re hugged hard, when you’re listened to well, when you’re not left alone in your sadness. Love is stubborn and persistent, an indomitable weed that springs up in those slivers of soft soil in our concrete-jungle existence.
I didn’t have to know, didn’t have to make some profound sense of why they were put on my path when they were, for me to love them. I could just . . . love them. That was enough.”
what’s hard about hard things isn’t often the things themselves but believing in ourselves when we try.”
