The Red Address Book

by Sofia Lundberg

“I wish you enough,” she whispered in my ear. “Enough sun to light up your days, enough rain that you appreciate the sun. Enough joy to strengthen your soul, enough pain that you can appreciate life’s small moments of happiness. And enough friends that you can manage a farewell now and then.”

That might be one of the most degrading things you can subject someone to, not caring about their mind.

Even at night, it never gets dark in a hospital. Light from doors, windows, reading lamps, and corridors always finds its way between the eyelids, precisely when you need the darkness most.

Beauty is the most manipulative force of all, and we quickly learned to exploit it.

The greatest comfort in life comes from freely expressing one’s opinion and being met with nothing but love in return, even when opinions diverge.